You were getting ready for a fake date with your brother’s best friend. It still felt strange calling it a date, even if it was only pretend. You were slipping on your heels when you heard a knock at the door.

You took a breath and opened it.

“Hey,” you started to say, but your words stopped when your eyes fell on the bouquet in his hands.

He stood there awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I know this is not a real date, but I still wanted to do it right,” he said.

You blinked, surprised, then looked at the flowers again. “You brought me flowers,” you said softly.

He hesitated, suddenly unsure.

“Is that okay?” he asked, worry written all over his face.

You smiled shyly at him. He noticed and immediately blushed.

“I have just never gotten flowers before,” you admitted quietly.

His expression softened, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Then I am glad I am the first,” he said.