She got in the car hesitantly, her movements stiff. Before I closed the door, I reached into the back seat and grabbed the bouquet of deep red roses I’d hidden there earlier.
I’d spent an hour at the florist, feeling like a complete i***t, trying to decide which ones looked the most like her. I’d settled on these because they were bold and had thorns that drew blood if you weren't careful.
"I didn't know which flowers you liked," I said, my voice rough. I didn't look at her. "But I looked forward to giving them to you, all day. I’ve never... I’ve never given a girl flowers before. That should tell you a lot."
I lightly threw them onto her lap. The scent of roses immediately filled the small, enclosed space of the car.
I closed her door before she could say anything and walked around
