***
As soon as the bell rang, Jake suddenly materialised in front of me with a smirk on his face. I shook my head as he stepped forward, then followed with a flamboyant bow.
“Good day, Lady Warren,” he said with an exaggerated English accent. “It’s a pleasure to finally be in your presence after such a long and exasperating day.”
“Good day to you too, Sir Hunter,” I replied with a faux English accent, curtsying and trying so hard not to laugh. Jake stepped forward, then stuck his hand in his pocket and produced a white rose.
“A flower for the lovely lady,” he said. “Let each petal remind you of your astonishing beauty, and know that every rose in this world pales in comparison to your beauty.”
I knew we were just messing around, but my heart fluttered in my chest when he said that.
