He had done as Petra asked, though he still felt awkward wearing a suit. He held the flowers, he wished he could remember what they were called, shifting from one foot to the other as he stood outside Lizzy's door. He adjusted the collar, the fifth time he'd done so, before tentatively knocking on the door.
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