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He had, in fact, stopped right there, although a lot of him was telling him to book it and not even glance around. Instead, he cringes and turns on his heels until he’s facing the girl who’d caught him red handed (well, violet handed, but same difference). He’d thought he’d been at least subtle enough that maybe this was her first time noticing him here, but the word months tells him otherwise.
When she says her, it takes him a minute to clue in to what she thinks he’s doing with her mother’s flowers, and his brain scrambles for a way to explain how completely off the mark she is. “Uh— You can come, but they’re not really— I’m not bringing them for a girlfriend.”
Kat had been watching the kid take flowers for, well, months. Granted she didn’t always catch him--she knew every flower in that gar- den, she knew when a bunch had gone miss- ing--but she knew it had been months.
“Boyfriend then?” She throws an arm around his waist (she can’t reach his shoulders). “No judging, but he still has to pass my approval before you give him any more of my mom’s flowers. Lead the way, giraffe boy.”
