Silas clutched the trumpet lily flowers he picked tightly in his sweaty palms. He had been standing outside your door for nearly 15 minutes now.

’I can do this!’ his brain would attempt to affirm. He lifted his hand to knock, before dropping it with a trembling huff.

Another few deep breaths before he finally knocked, shoulders tensing to his ears as the door flung open.

“Ah- hallo!” His trembling, voice rasped anxiously."