“And for some reason, you also brought me an orchid?” I give her a wide, cheesy grin. “I hear flowers always make girls feel better.” “So, you got me a potted plant.” “Well, I was gonna get you a bouquet of roses,” I say with a smirk. “You know, thorns, since you’re so damn prickly. But I figured this lasts longer. Besides, I already know you love the color purple.” “And how would you know that?” she asks, surprise coating her tone. “You used to rock a big purple clip in your hair.” “Freshman year?” she asks, incredulous. I scratch the back of my neck. “Yeah, I think so.”
