The roses were always in a variety of colours, She wasn't sure why but she had a feeling that the colours actually met nothing and were just done on a whim, each time. If that was the actual reason, that would hardly surprise her.
The first flower had been a pink one. A subdue shade of pink with dew still on the petals. She had looked at the flower warily from underneath her bangs. He had smiled at her gently or at least tried to it came out more like a grimace. She couldn't help but feel that he was trying his best and deserved some recognition for his effort.
She reached out with one of her delicate arms and accepted the pink rose.