Two days passed. Two days and Sophia was no more sure of what she wanted than the previous two. On the one hand, she missed him more than she'd ever missed anyone or anything in her whole life. She didn't feel whole and she wondered that if she remained without him, if she ever would again.

Yet there was the other hand. The one that held her heart, still a bit broken and feeling slightly betrayed. She understood his doubt. She knew that they way she hid things had caused him a bit of disbelief, but to not even speak to her, to not even try to listen. That was where the betrayal came.

She wasn't, however, completely daft to the pain, the sadness she'd heard in is voice. His apology had been very real, she believed that, but was it enough? She'd been let down, abandoned so many times in her life. Did she give him the chance to possibly do it again? Or would it be easier to walk away? That was where every ounce of her confusion lay.

She took a deep breath and crawled out of bed to prepare for another long day of classes and rehearsals. Hopefully they would be enough to distract her from the rampant, incessant thoughts ruling over her at the moment.

"Well someone's in a chipper mood," Maggie smiled as she rose to greet a quite jovial Tom as he entered the restaurant in which they would be having lunch.

"I am," Tom grinned, embracing the petite redhead tightly. "Hello darling. You look lovely as ever."

"Well thank you," Maggie laughed as they took their prospective seats. "What is with you? This isn't the Tom I talked to a couple days ago. This is…normal Tom."

"What can I say? I'm feeling better."

Maggie squinted at him skeptically. "And why is that?"

Tom chuckled to himself. "Let's just say…Sophia will have a bit of a surprise when she gets home."

"Thomas, what did you do?" Maggie asked.

Tom laughed. "Don't look so concerned. It's a good thing. I haven't completely cracked and sent her a bucket of fish heads or something. I'm just…doing what needs to be done to get back in her good graces."

Maggie smiled, still eyeing him oddly. "What are you up to? You have a very mischievous look on your face."

"Well it's better than being sad all the time, isn't it?"

"It is," Maggie nodded in agreement. "Just not what I expected when I walked in here today. Though I am glad to see it."

"I'm glad to feel it. I was getting rather sick of myself to be completely honest," Tom stated with a sigh as he picked up the menu before him.

"Are you going to tell me what you did?"

"Nope," Tom responded, popping the 'p.' "I'm sure she'll let you know."

"Oh Thomas…"

Tom just chuckled, the tip of his tongue peeking out from behind his teeth. He was up to something, but he wanted to be sure Sophia was the first to find out what.

"Ugh…I'm so tired…" Sophia groaned as she shuffled toward their apartment, Darren at her heels. "I just want to shower and go to bed."

"It's nine thirty!" Darren exclaimed. "Come on! Let's go out!"

"I don't want to."

"Come ooooon!" Darren whined, poking at her side. "Just one drink."

"It is never just one drink with you," Sophia said with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure you don't know the definition of one drink." She dug into her purse, searching for her keys. "Do you have your keys?"

"Nope."

Sophia looked over her shoulders. "What?"

"I mean, they're in my backpack. Just find yours."

Sophia rolled her eyes but dug back into her oversized bag, finally finding the jingling keys and placing them in the door.

"Soph, come on. Just…one drink…maybe dinner. You know you're hungry."

"I'm really not," Sophia laughed as she opened the door and took a step in. A flowery smell hit her nose. "Did you leave a candle lit again?"

"I don't think so…"

"You're going to burn this place down," Sophia said with a sigh as she reached around the corner and flipped on the light. As the bulbs flashed brightly on, he eyes widened. "Oh my God!" she gasped, her hands flying up to cover her mouth.

"That is easily the most daisies I have ever seen," Darren said with a laugh.

Everywhere she looked; every corner, ever table, every counter, every open ledge, even on the floor, there were vases upon vases of daisies. Her apartment had turned into a rainforest of them, every color, ever shade, every size; what looked to be thousands of them. Sophia blinked her eyes rapidly, trying to take in the vision surrounding her. "Did you…"

"No. I've been with you all day. How could I have?"

"Then who…"

"Soph, stop. You know who they're from."

"But how…"

"I gave Ben the key," Darren stated. Sophia shot him a look. "What? Someone had to let the florists in." Sophia couldn't even form a sentence. She just looked around, shaking her head. "Find the card, silly goose."

"How am I supposed to do that?" Sophia asked with a laugh, fighting back the tears that for once, not sad.

"Maybe the envelope on the counter, ya loon."

Sophia sat down her bags and walked toward the nearest bunch of daisies, enormous and pink, a bright white envelope leaning against the vase that held them. She picked it up and opened it.

"You would need an entire castle to house enough of these to express how sorry I am, but an apartment full shall have to do… for now.

Love, Tom"

She tried desperately to fight the awestruck tears flooding her eyes but it was to no avail. She felt Darren's arms drape over her shoulders and hug her tightly. "I'm going to go to Bryan's," he said softly, referring to his boyfriend. "Call him." She felt his lips again the side of her head before he released his grasp and headed for the door.

Sophia just stood there a moment, trying to take in her surroundings, but it was nearly impossible. She couldn't believe it…or him. She took a deep breath and knelt down to her purse, digging for her phone and scrolling for his number. She didn't expect him to answer. It was only the middle of the afternoon in Los Angeles he would have to be at work but to her surprise, she heard a greeting not a voicemail.

"Hello, love."

"Are you crazy?" she asked.

Tom chuckled. "Perhaps a bit. What are you referencing exactly?"

"Um…the botanical garden in my home," Sophia laughed, taking a seat on the floor, next to her bags, lost in a sea of brightly colored flowers.

"Oh that," Tom laughed. "Surprised you noticed."

"Oh yeah, normal people would have COMPLETELY missed this one," Sophia said with a bright smile. She placed an elbow on her knee and rested her head in her hand. "Thomas, what're you doing?"

"Whatever I can to perhaps sway your decision a bit."

"My decision?"

"You think I was going to just give up?" Tom asked. "Let you walk away?"

"I wasn't…walking away, Tom. I just…there's so much to think about…"

"Sophia, I love you…"

"And I love you…"

"Just listen a moment," Tom interrupted. "I don't…expect you to just give in. I don't expect you to just…let me back in like nothing has happened. All I want, all I'm asking for, is the chance to win you back. If that means that…I have to start from scratch, from date one than…so be it. I don't care what you want me to do, Sophia. Just tell me and I'll do it but the one thing I cannot do. The one thing I WILL not do is walk away from you. Not without a fight."

Sophia laughed. "You seem pretty intent on that."

"I am. I've never been more intent on anything in my entire thirty three years."

"You ARE crazy."

Tom gulped. "I told you. YOU are the woman I intend on spending the rest of my life with. And if it takes the rest of my life to convince you of that…then so be it."

She sighed and chuckled lightly. "Oh Thomas…"

"What?" Tom asked with a chuckle of his own.

"You are incredibly difficult to say no to."

"Then don't say no," Tom stated simply. "I'm only asking for an opportunity. I'm not…asking you to give in; I'm not asking you to forgive me. Just for the chance to try and convince you, just for…just asking permission to try, really."

"Well you've kind of already taken that, don't you think?"

"Maybe slightly," Tom smiled. "Just had to…open the line of conversation."

"This is a big way to get someone to talk to you."

"What? Had I just called, are you telling me you would've answered?"

"Probably."

"Well…I spent a lot of money on a phone call then," Tom laughed. "But money well spent, regardless. Though I must say, I am extremely glad you're not allergic or the next few days in your apartment would be quite miserable."

Sophia giggled. "Just don't send an entire herd of cats."

"Is it a herd? A herd of cats?"

"I don't know! I've never had to think about it!"

"Maybe a flock?"

"That's birds."

"A pride. Like lions. A pride of cats. It has to be a pride."

"Why are we talking about this?"

"I don't know," Tom laughed. "It just feels really good to not be arguing. Or making one another cry for once."

"You did make me cry."

"Yeah, but a good cry, right?"

"Yes. Yes, a good cry."

"Finally I catch a break," Tom teased. He paused, and swallowed the lump forming in his own throat. "As long as you're smiling. As long as for once in the last two stupid, rotten months I have managed to make you smile, then my mission has been accomplished."

"Well sir, then a job well done."

There was a pause, both sitting in their respective places on their respective continents before Tom spoke up. "I miss you, Soph. A lot and… just talking to you, right now without…fighting or crying or…hurting one another, it makes me really happy."

"Me too," Sophia responded softly. She gulped and paused again. "If you want…to try…then I am not going to stop you but Tom, I can't promise you the outcome because although, this is mindblowingly sweet," she said, looking around at the flowers. "I still have some doubt."

"And that's perfectly reasonable. Just give me some time and I will make that doubt disappear. I promise you."

Sophia sighed heavily and chuckled. "Well, then, sir. Do your worst."

"I would think it'd be my best."

"You know what I mean," Sophia laughed. "Jut no more flowers for awhile, okay? I don't know where I'd put the right now."

"No more flowers…at the moment." Tom took a breath. "I need to get to work. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"If you must," Sophia said with a smile.

"I must. I definitely must. Goodnight, darling."

"Goodnight," Sophia smiled. She waited until she heard the call disconnect before she moved the phone from her ear. She looked around the room once more and laughed to herself. It really was a good move…