Irene
It was admirable how many gifts could be given within a day.
She kept on receiving the fruit teas in the morning and even at times flowers at ridiculous times in the day. in the night she would come back to see a warm cup of a drink also lying there. Although there was no note nor trace of a scent, she already had an idea of who it was.
Yet, despite what she had told him, she couldn’t bear to throw a single one away. each cup placed on her doorstep was carried along with her. and each flower was kept until it died.
The only time she tried doing so was the night she had spoken to him, as she saw another cup, this one filled with lemon tea on her step after dinner, she had ignored it and gone straight to her room. yet, several minutes later and her door opened slightly for her hand
