“I’m seeing a trend here. Do you like wildflowers?” “There’s something beautiful about chaos.” “They remind me of you.” The words escape my mouth before I can stop them. Where the fuck did that come from? Her cheeks flush. “Some people would be offended about being compared to a bunch of weeds.” “I have a feeling you don’t fall in the same category as those people.” “Why?” A hint of a smile crosses her lips. “Because those who see beauty in chaos also see flowers instead of weeds, and that’s a gift in a world like ours.”
