I hate how extra Dmitri is.
Others were now watching us because of the bouquet of flowers he got.
Where the hell did he even get that in a span of five seconds? And how did he know I like crocheted flowers?
Gosh, this man knew how to please a woman.
"Flowers for a pretty girl like you," Dmitri said, a big smile plastered on his handsome face.
"Stop it," I hushed when he knelt in front of me.
"Dmitri!" My eyes widened because of what he was doing. Now, we had everyone's attention!
"What are you doing?"
He sighed, and I saw that he was just tying the knots on my Jordans'.
"Already done. Let's go," he said and walked in front of me.
While walking ahead, his hand was waving, signaling me to put my palm on his hand.
I shook my head, grasped the bouquet of crocheted flowers in my othe
