[ He's picked up another scone to savor. But he pauses when she brings up his roses and the bouquets he'd left at her door.
Asil goes still, as if she'd caught him doing something unusual.
There are excuses he could say, but what would that accomplish? He wanted her to have the flowers - first as a welcome to Aspen Creek and a thank you for an enjoyable first exchange, and then later, as an apology for making himself scarce.
So he takes another bite from his scone instead. ] No. No, I don't. But when I know they might be appreciated, parting when them is not so hard.
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Asil goes still, as if she'd caught him doing something unusual.
There are excuses he could say, but what would that accomplish? He wanted her to have the flowers - first as a welcome to Aspen Creek and a thank you for an enjoyable first exchange, and then later, as an apology for making himself scarce.
So he takes another bite from his scone instead. ] No. No, I don't. But when I know they might be appreciated, parting when them is not so hard.