Doing your chores in silence, you feel a presence behind you and then a tap on your shoulder. Charles is behind you with one of his hands behind his back and a small smile on his face. He moves his hand from his back to reveal a bouquet of beautiful, hand-picked, colourful flowers. Your expression of boredem changes to an expression of happiness and suprise. A large grin is spread across your face as you take the flowers.

"They are the colours you like, I think." Charles utters as you take the flowers and he puts a hand behind his neck, he seems shy all of a sudden and a little bit uncertain.

"Do you like them.?" He asks, his tone slightly nervous as he fiddles with his fingers and his eyes stay locked into yours.