gives her a flower tbh. please dont kill it.
a wary glance is given in response, grey hues focusing upon the flower as fingers hesitantly brush against the stem, curling around it delicately. what an odd feeling it was, the tightness in her chest & the obvious blush that rose to her cheeks, bright against porcelain like skin. turning her attention back to the other, she gains her composure, lips turning downwards in a small frown. if he was looking for gratitude, he was simply searching in the wrong places. ❛ ———- what is this for ?? ❜