"Damian, you startled me!" I scolded, but quickly returned my gaze to the flowers he brought. It’s red roses. "Where did you get these?" I asked, accepting them. Judging by the appearance of the stems, they were freshly picked and seemed to be manually picked as they were not uniform.
"My grandma had a rose garden she personally tended to. I didn't know the gardeners continued to care for it even though it's been years since she passed away. I passed by it on my way here, and I thought you'd love it," he explained.
"They're beautiful..." My cheeks warmed at his words. "Thank you." I smelled the roses, and they were very fragrant. "But wait, why are you here?" I asked, checking my phone to see the time. "It’s barely been an hour since your meeting. You said it would be two hours?" I added
