“Ahm, Troy…” I said with an awkward tone. I feel like I will have a hard time to explain myself and to make him know me. I feel like that will be worthless.
Troy is waiting for me to say it. I know deep in his heart he is hoping that I like the flowers but… I HATE POLLENS
“I am— how will I say this… Listen, I don't mean to be rude but I hate to inform you that I am allergic to pollens” I said and gave Troy an awkward smile. Troy was clueless and still digesting what I said.
“Oh, you mean---
Troy seems to feel awkward and not realizing things.
“No, I like the flowers. It’s cute and perfect but I kind of… Hate their pollen.” I said. I have to make sure that I am picking the right words. This is really awkward since I have to step a little further and cover my nose with my handkerchief.
