The doorbell rings.
A man with a striking resemblance to Steve stands at the door with yellow flowers in his hands. He stretches his hand to me but I don't shake it.
I cross my arms against my chest, scanning him from head to toe. The blue jeans make him look skinnier than he is. The brown sweater hangs loose on his lean body. He's slightly shorter than Steve.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask coolly. "And what the hell are you doing at my house?"
A pregnant pause follows, a smile slowly drawing on his red lips. It's shocking how much his mouth looks like Steve's.
"You're just as stunning as Steve said." He says. "I'm Ashton Evans, Steve's brother. You can call me Ash."
"What are you doing here?"
"Steve wanted you to have these." He dumps the bouquet in my hands. "Take care."
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