She bought me flowers.
What was I thinking?
Does she know I’m allergic?
He looked at them oddly. God, does he hate me now?
I sniffed them, hoping they wouldn’t be roses.
I found him a bouquet of roses and daisies.
He looked panicked.
I fumbled for my EPI pen.
Oh… he’s allergic.
I woke up in a sterile room. She was sat next to me.
I should’ve known he was allergic!
I smiled. She meant well.
He smiled, and opened his mouth. No doubt to call me stupid.
“Well… I suppose you could say I’ve fallen for you,”