Tessa had just dropped the wilted lavender into the bin when she heard a soft knock on the door. She frowned, glancing at the clock. She wasn't expecting any guests. The housekeeper was done cleaning and had already left hours ago.
Without giving much thought to it, she crossed the room and opened the door.
Marcus stood there, dressed in a black, well-fitted polo and joggers, holding a fresh bunch of lavender. His smile was warm, a little nervous.
“Hi,” he said.
For a few seconds, she didn’t respond. She was just… looking.
“This is weird,” she managed finally. “Hi, Marcus. What are you doing here?”
He rubbed the back of his neck, the lavender shifting slightly in his hand.
“Uh, I just wanted to drop this with you. I thought that maybe yours might’ve faded by now.
Tessa tilted her h
