Okay, time for an update.
She'd shrieked at him, then she'd seemed pleased to see his face -- until she saw the flowers, at which point she'd called them beautiful and then slammed the door in his face. As far as he could tell she looked like she was starting to cry.
He scratched the bridge of his nose and pushed his glasses up, lifting his hand to knock on the door again.
"Are you ... all right?" She quite obviously wasn't, of course, but he felt the need to ask in case she wanted him to ... prove he wanted to help with her touchy-feely-wise or something.
(Read comments)
Post a comment in response:
scribbld is part of the horse.13 network
Design by Jimmy B.
Logo created by 
hitsuzen.
Scribbld System Status
