Leaning forward, Walden tucked a strand of Alice’s hair behind her ear. “You’re impossible,” he said, though there was a hint of a laugh hidden in his voice. “Too smart for your own good, that’s what you are. But yes, if you must know, it is you. So, Alice, would flowers be too cliche?”
“You wouldn’t want me to be any other way,” she quipped, biting her lip as her hand reached up to where Walden’s was near her jaw. Alice traced the back of his hand as she too leaned forward, a soft giggle bubbling from her voice. Fake surprise highlighted her features, “me? I can’t believe it. And never. Never ever. I bet you could give me a s c r e w, and I’d still love it.” After hearing what she said, Alice’s face flushed red as she started to properly laugh. “I didn't mean -- well it’s not like I wouldn’t love that -- but you know what I meant.”
