The door opened, and Jason stepped in, looking handsome in clean clothes, his hair still damp from a recent shower. He was holding a small bouquet of wildflowers.
"Wow," he said softly as he saw me. "You look beautiful."
I felt myself blush. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself."
Jason held out the flowers. "These are for your mom. Do you think she'll like them?"
I took the bouquet, touched by his thoughtfulness. "She'll love them. Thank you, Jason."
We walked hand in hand to my parents' apartment, where delicious smells were already wafting from under the door. I knocked, and my mother answered, her face lighting up as she saw us.
"Bella! Jason! Come in, come in," she said warmly, ushering us inside.
Jason handed her the flowers with a shy smile. "These are for you, Mrs. Patt
