Three White Roses 1
Clive waits at Flora's door, his face heated with a rosy blush as he knocks on the door to the Layton household, internally pleading that the professor wouldn't answer the door. It would be quite awkward to have the professor see him in this embarrassed state, after all. Adjusting his hat a bit, he awaits an answer. About thirty seconds passes before he hears someone coming to the door. He thought it felt like forever, frankly. Please don't be the professor, please don't be the professor... He thought, an even deeper blush tinting his face. He sighed with relief when it wasn't.
"Hiya, Clive!" Flora greeted her... boyfriend of about six months (and she still loved using the word), allowing him entrance into the house. "Ready for our date?"
The two were only going to watch a movie, but they were also going to lunch together at a small cafe on the way to the mall where the theatre was; Clive had also offered to take her out to dinner afterward. Of course the movie wasn't that long, but he knew Flora would want to do a little shopping; that's what a sixteen year old girl does.
"O-oh, Flora!" Clive greets, awkwardly chuckling a bit, unprepared due to his thoughts. He clears his throat and smiles, glad to see her despite his state of embarrassment. "Oh, yeah..." he mutters to himself, removing his hands from behind his back to reveal a bouquet he'd picked out for her.
Clive had bought them beforehand, and since he'd gotten off to a new start, he'd finally been employed and was, at last, beginning to earn his once handsome wealth.
As soon as she saw them - the three white roses he had bought for her - she nearly fainted with glee.
"Oh, Clive, they're gorgeous!" She flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss on the cheek - she could even feel the warmth of the blushing on her lips.
Clive smiles and his blush intensifies, wrapping his own arms around her and pecking her on the lips sheepishly. He still wasn't quite adjusted to being in a relationship; especially since the other residents of London didn't quite appreciate his comeback.
"Well, then, Flora...shall we?" he offers his hand after releasing her, a gentle smile on his lips.
At this, his girlfriend giggled heartily. Feeling another kiss, soft and slightly wet and very, very sweet, Flora giggled as she took his arm and they walked out into Clive's navy blue 1992 Trans Am.