Flowers
It had to be flowers. He loved them, she claimed to see no point in them. But she found them nonetheless every Friday evening outside her apartment door, no card, no note. She didn't need a note, they were always from him. It was his way of saying a silent 'thank you' or maybe even an 'I love you', but she tried not to put a label on it. Neither of them knew what they were exactly, but they knew what they wanted to be. And Roy (who felt as though he needed to thank her and show his appreciation for her putting up with him) showed what he wanted through simple things like anonymous flowers. Or on occasion, an anonymous note left on her desk. Or on an even less frequent occasion, a late Saturday night in her apartment, with the lights off. They didn't know what they were, but they sure as hell knew what they wanted to be.