When I went out, I noticed the door across the hall had been open, with a bento box on a simple table.
A glance into the living room showed it was simple and clear, very much Dylan's style.
Seeing me come out, he took a long stride and walked up to me.
"I found out this is your favorite breakfast."
This time, he did put some thought into it.
I smiled at him. "Mr. Jones, haven't you heard a saying?"
Dylan's eyes flickered.
I said slowly, "Late affection is cheaper than grass, and so is family love."
I brushed his hand away again and went downstairs with Freya.
5
Even so, Dylan didn't give up.
There were always tables and chairs outside my flower shop for customers or passersby to rest. But today, Dylan sat there working.
He bought many bouquets from the shop, so I had no reason to drive him away.
I could only sulkily hold Freya, watch TV, and arrange flowers.
The flower shop usually had four part-time workers. There were three girls and one boy, all students from Forensic University.
The boy on duty today was named Rowan Clark, standing by the front desk. He glanced back and forth between Dylan and me.
"Ms. Walker, are you going to..."
"Shh!"
I made a shushing gesture and looked at Dylan.