She adjusted the petals of the small bouquet that she'd purchased for you. Trace amounts of blush lingered on her face but she didn't her best to not focus on them, worrying that they'd blossom till she was red as a tomato and make an even bigger fool of herself. It was still awkward to admit that she held affection for you regardless of the fact that you'd both already discussed it and you both earnestly loved one another. Though now she had to actually try and be romantic about it. As she watched you turn the corner and approach, she gripped the stems of the flowers tight enough that some crackled. She thrust them out to you with a charming smile as she waited for you to accept them.