"If you don't like my room, then I can take you to Allyssa's." Amaia offered him when she noticed Adriann hadn't come back from the balcony to her room. He stood on the balcony, looking lost for some reason. Her heart suddenly skipped a beat when a thought crossed her head.
Did he remember?
He was the one who gave her the bougainvillaea plant when she was just an eleven-year-old little girl. That time, he was eighteen and had just graduated from high school. He gifted that plant to her when she told him she would like to have a pink flower for her birthday.
"Really? You will do that." Adriann, who heard her from the balcony, stepped inside her room before raising his eyebrows at her. There was a hint of playfulness in his eyes.
"You already know where her room is, so you can go there." Amaia looked away as she felt a tingle of irritation crawl under her skin at his response.
