Yorick
After taking a cold shower that did nothing to help my desperate state last night, then taking matters into my own hands, I’d finally fallen asleep later than I wanted. I have no idea what to expect today, but I want to be ready for anything.
I’m up early and when I go to get Cyra for breakfast, I see the flowers sitting at her door. I knock and pick them up just as she opens her door.
“You must have a secret admirer,” I tell her.
“Perhaps he’s a not-so-secret admirer,” she says, taking the vases from me and putting them in her room. I watch as she looks around finding the spot where she wants to put her new flowers. She replaces the ones she had by her bed with the fresh batch and sets the other two around the room in various places.
“Should I expect this every day, Yorick?” s
