HenryThe flower shop was not what I expected.When Silver said "garden, old quad, sunset," I pictured something romantic. Maybe a little cliché. The kind of setting where two people who almost kissed might finally figure out what they were doing.Instead, she had chosen a flower shop on the edge of campus. A small, cramped building that smelled like roses and wet soil. The kind of place where people bought apologies and anniversary gifts and sympathy bouquets for funerals. Ew.I spotted her from across the street.She was standing near the entrance, clutching a manila folder to her chest like a shield. Her hair was neat. Not a single strand out of place. Her expression was unreadable. She looked prim. Proper and perfect.And she had no idea that my heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.I crossed the street slowly. My hands were in my pockets. I was trying to look casual, like this was just another meeting, like my entire body wasn't buzzing with a nervous energy.
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