Although he laughs, a flicker of guilt crosses his expression. “Yeah. About that, actually. I didn’t get a chance to give this to you before.” He reaches into his pocket. “I got distracted.” I grin because I know exactly what the “distraction” was. “Anyway. Here.” An amazed laugh sputters out of my mouth when he holds out a crumpled daisy. It must have been crammed in his jacket pocket this whole time. It’s not in great shape, this poor flower. “Oh my God. You’re bringing me apology flowers again? Can’t you ever apologize without all the pageantry?” He smirks at me. “It’s not an apology
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