Anthony ran his hands swiftly across his divine and refreshing yet glorious long blond hairs. He heaved a sigh, scratching his forehead trivially, staring at Flower much more intensely. Flower too was really impatient and she couldn't help but want to hear what he had to say so quickly, so she stared back at him, returning the intensified gaze.
Anthony finally attempted to speak in what looked like thousands of seconds in Flower's eyes, when it's not even up to a minute yet. "You should have told me about it earlier then. How was I supposed to know that you were intending on keeping it?" He said, walking slowly away from Flower.
"Anyways, you can keep it if you want. I won't stop you."
