Moxie's POV
I felt so happy and fulfilled after the girls night. After so much drinks and fun, we finally decided to return home. I stepped out of the building when I noticed George.
He was leaning against his car like he had been there long enough to get comfortable, one foot crossed casually over the other, his attention lifting the second he saw me, and for a moment, everything else just… faded. I slowed slightly without meaning to, because he wasn’t just standing there. He was holding something. It was flowers.
“Well,” Quince murmured beside me, her tone shifting immediately as she noticed him too, “look at that.”
I exhaled softly, trying not to overreact to something that was clearly meant to be simple, but it didn’t feel simple. It felt intentional and that mattered.
George pus
