She did nothing to hide her surprise at the bouquet of flowers he held out to her.
“I remembered that you had a softness for flowers.” He said and handed them to her, she took them robotically, “I hope you like them.”
“They are beautiful and they smell divine” and they did, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Are you going to invite me inside?”
“What? Oh, my apologies,” she moved away from the door to let him go through,
“It’s still the way I remember it. Even the scent of this place.” He said looking around, then turned to her and smiled, “you’re still you, Layla.”
She didn’t miss the earnest way he said it and accepted it as a compliment.
“Thank you.”
He just nodded and sat on a couch,
“So what do I owe the pleasure?”
She asked, sitting and setting the bouquet beside her. She would put them in a vase when she had managed to hasten him out the door,
