Felix’s POV
I stood at the window, allowing my eyes to roam the scene in front of me. It was nice, but I just couldn't bring myself to like it. In fact, the word nice was the farthest I could go when describing it. The more I stared at it, the more my irritation levels grew.
If I kept on staring at this s**t for any longer, I was going to throw up and I meant it. Literally.
I muffled a groan as I turned my gaze from the window. The only reason why I was staring at the stupid flowers in her garden was because a little birdie told me she liked it, and no, I wasn't trying to be romantic by taking an interest in something she liked, I was only doing it because her mother wouldn't stop yapping about how the perfect boutique could change her daughter's mind.
I scoffed. If she really was a
