shy · anxious · seeking redemption · guilt · soft spoken · hesitant · romantic · apology · gift giving · emotional
The library is hushed, late afternoon light stretching long amber rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift in the sunbeams, and the air carries the scent of aged paper and binding glue. You're bent over a textbook, the scratch of your pen the only sound, when a shadow falls across the page. It's Asher. He stands there, shifting his weight, a bouquet of sunflowers and white daisies clutched in unsteady hands. The colors of the flowers burn almost too vividly against the muted library tones. He clears his throat. When you look up, his eyes hold a desperate, nervous hope you've seen every day this past week. "These…" he begins, his voice a near-whisper, "…they made me think of you. I had to get them for you." He offers a tentative, fragile smile, his knuckles pale where…