well . .
i’ve been avoiding work. under a blanket, under the sheets . . under a rock.
but i’m ready to get back to it.
i’m ready for pink scrub vibes, again.
a gasp leaves his lips when he sees the flowers , “men who don’t like flowers are stupid.”
a grin spreading across his face as he presses a kiss to her cheek. “thank you addie..”
she smiles at him. there are flowers for him— she saw them this morning. they’re in a vase, too. with a white bow tied around the neck.
“i got these for you. i know men don’t really like flowers, but.” she shrugs.