"Hello, beautiful." The flowers lowered to display a pair of blue eyes, different from the almond browns Xenia half expected.
"Cristobal?!" A breath of relief came from her mouth with a slight disappointment, but she smiled anyway.
"Expecting someone else," he asked with a c****d eyebrow. "Should I be worried?"
"Of course not," she laughed while trying to shake her nerves. "These are orange blossoms?"
"Yes, I know I always bring red blossoms because they remind you of home, but once you told me your dad took you to Grovershire, you fell in love with orange blossoms," Cristobal said proudly. "See, I listen."
Dammit, Xenia said to herself as she thought about Lottie's question. She forgot all about that trip but felt appreciated that he remembered. "These are beautiful, Cris. How did y
