Gardenia

ROXANNE'S P.O.V

I rested my head on the glass, my eyes watching the city as we drove past it all. My mind was occupied with Florian, and not exactly necessarily just because of the tremble in my knees, but also because of everything else.

He was trying his best to look strong in the last few minutes of my stay there, but his eyes slightly betrayed him. I could see a small dent in his rather cool exterior. A small dent in his cold armour.

I gave a small sigh as we came to a traffic stop. I turned, and my eyes suddenly fell on a flower shop.

"Boys don't need flowers," I had said ten years ago, that valentine when I had turned sixteen. "What guy would want flowers from a girl?"

"It isn't a bad gift," Florian had said, watching me.

I could remember avoiding his gaze then because we had just had a heated argument about some stupid thing that I can't remember now.

"It would depend on the person behind the bouquet."

I swallowed hard, my eyes settling on the flower shop. I hadn't brough