"I picked you a flower." from bubbles
"What?" The reaction was rougher than it probably should have been given the innocence of the comment. Dark gaze flickered down to the flower being offered out toward him then back up at the girl's face. It seemed obvious that the wheels in his head were turning, gauging. Despite what some people thoughts, Robert was not always a complete asshole especially when it was just someone trying to be nice. "What kind of flower is that?" There was a slightest wrinkle of his nose even as he reached out to take the flower from her.











