harrison-nixon:
“I thought flowers were just flowers. I didn’t realize there was a meaning to any of them. I thought they all were just meant as a nice gesture,” he said with a shrug, “But the more you know. I’m going to have to try to remember that. I might need you to write what they all mean down. Except for your favorite flower, I’m going to remember that one.”
“Where’d you go to college?” He asked as he looked at her. “Thank you. That's not the usual response I get,” Harrison said with a chuckle, “It’s a lot of fun, I really love my job.”
“Oh darling, no. Everything has meanings. Especially flowers. They were the original symbols of romance” She explained “Of course I don’t know all the meanings, but I can certainly help. Did none of your girlfriends teach you about stuff like this?” She asked, knowing the answer already
“Oh, I went to Berkeley” She offered no further information. “Well, it’s true. The IT guys that I have spoken to in the past are....unfortunate looking” She licked her lips as she looked him over again “What about you? College or self made?”










