He approaches where I’m standing, but then his eyes land on the bouquet of flowers in my arms, and he frowns. “Who bought you flowers?” he asks. “Oh… well, no one. I bought them myself.” His eyebrows scrunch. “You bought yourself flowers?” he asks me. “Why?” I avert my eyes from him and look at the flowers in my arms. They’re huge daisies that fill out the bouquet so beautifully, and the sight of them makes me happy. “I love flowers,” I tell him. “And I don’t have anyone to buy them for me, so I buy them myself.” I shrug.
