He hadn't expected that. She can tell by the way his eyes flash and a slight smile pulls at the edges of his lips before his face of shadows smooths over once again. "Why do you say that?"
He sets a tray on the nightstand five feet away from her bed. She glances at it uninterestedly before turning her head to gaze out of the window again. "I hate flowers."
"Why's that?"
"Why do you care?"
"I don't, not really."
She stays silent after that, and after a moment, she hears footsteps and the sound of the door swinging closed, the silent snick of the door clicking closed and the lock being turned once more reverberating throughout the room.
That is her first encounter with the boy who she has later come to associate with DISAPPOINTMENT.
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