Back in the garden, Silverstein tucked the delicate flower into Alexandra's hair, and a soft blush crept across her cheeks as they stood side by side, the world around them fading away.
"It matches your eyes, though lighter," he chuckled, his hands resting casually behind him, signaling that he would not advance further.
"T... Thank you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for not making me uncomfortable." She gazed up at him, her gratitude sincere and earnest, which stunned him for a few seconds before a smirk broke across his face.
"What are you thanking me for? If I don't make you comfortable, who will?" His tone was playful as he looked at her, amusement dancing in his eyes while his fingers gently caressed her fiery orange hair.
Alexandra bit her lip, a wave of courage washing over her as she stood on her tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his chiseled cheek. "You're a nice person, thank you."
