BET

Chapter Twenty-Six

Kasia 

"Kasia!"

My name is called from behind me and I turn to see a tall figure approaching me with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. He waves and jogs over to meet me and my confused expression that looks at him expectantly.

"Henry," I greet him with a small smile which he returns with one of his own.

Henry holds out the flowers for me to take and my eyes move from the deep burgundy color of the petals to his face, which is staring at me with anticipation and a similar color spread across the tops of his cheekbones.

"This isn't you asking me out is it, Barlow?" I ask, grabbing the flowers that he holds out to me. "Because you should know, I'm not really the girlfriend type."

He smiles, showing his award winning dimple that makes the butterflies that lie in my stomach flutter unconsciously. I see the blush rise on his cheeks even more than before and those same butterflies begin to fly haphazardly around inside of me.

"What type are you?" he asks.

I raise my eyebrows, a smile crawling onto my lips. "I think you already know the answer to that."

Henry chuckles, his hands slipping into his pockets. "Well, I'm a romantic. If you couldn't tell."

"You don't say." I say, examining the flowers closely and bringing them up to my nose to smell and closing my eyes when the strong aroma envelops me. "Thank you, they're beautiful."

Henry nods, running a hand through his hair with a shy smile painted on his face. I lean towards him, standing on my tiptoes to reach his face. He leans down to help close the distance between my lips and his cheek for a quick peck, leaving behind a perfect lip print. I watch as the blush appears on his skin beneath the lipstick.

I chuckle to myself, touching the flowers again. "You really have the hots for me, huh?"

"You and the old ladies at the nursing home where I volunteer."

I raise my eyebrows, shocked at his response.

Henry clears his throat and shrugs his shoulders. "I buy them flowers sometimes... they- they love it."

"Of course they do. So do I." I smile.

Henry smiles, his eyes lingering on my face for a moment before glancing down at the bouquet in my hands.

"Well, I should get going. Don't want to be late delivering the rest of those." he says.

I nod, smiling and saying goodbye as he walks away from me, waving and heading towards his car.