Anakin could feel his palms sweat as they anxiously played with the flowers stems held firmly in his hands. The colourful hues in a careful arrangement, the sweet fragrance doing nothing to calm his pounding heart.

And there you were sat in the Gardens, blissfully unaware of the affect you held on him. Surely you had to see the way he'd look at you – How enamored he was with you. That he spent countless nights dreaming about you.

Or perhaps not.

Anakin was more hoping you'd appreciate the flowers.