“No one has ever given me flowers,” he said, his face reddening at being caught enjoying the scent of a rose. “Thank you.”
I smiled at him. “You’re welcome.” I moved into the room. “I had planned on throwing it up onto the stage, but I didn’t know if you’d know it was from me.”
Cas grinned. “Next time. I’ll know it’s from you.”
I nodded and continued my inspection of my room for the night. A huge flat screen TV hung on the wall opposite of the king sized bed. It had been neatly made and there was a notebook and several sheets of music in the middle of the bed that he must have been looking at before he’d left for the show. He had a suitcase on the floor on the far wall. Next to it was a beautiful black acoustic guitar on a stand. I went over to admire it. I squatted down, gently running
