In the flower shop, Luke had run into a conundrum. What kind of flowers, what kind of flowers? He ended up getting you a pink toned bouquet with roses and white carnations. He stopped by to get some Harry & David chocolates. Half an hour later, he was waiting outside your office, leaning against the off-white cinder blocks surrounding the garden out front.

“Hey, amore. Vieni ad abbracciarmi, bambola.”