More roses. Her room overflowed with them. Petals of a million different colors scattered across her floor, the scent of them filled the mansion. Why wouldn't he stop sending her roses? He'd been sending them nonstop since their initial meeting two weeks ago. Everyday, without fail, she would watch as the delivery boy walked to the doorstep.
"Flowers for you, Ms. Munroe," the boy would say when she answered the door.
"Thank you, Jeffrey." She would thank him politely, giving him a sizable tip. He came so often she knew his first name.
"I see why he sends you flowers everyday. If you were my girl, I'd send you flowers everyday, too." Jeffrey said once, peering at her from underneath messy, brown hair. He blushed slightly when she laughed.
Shinobi asked her out twice. She said no twice. It wasn't that she wasn't attracted to him because she was. He was quite handsome with his jet-black hair and blue eyes, and his voice was so silky it made her knees quiver. He had serial lover painted all over him, but she didn't care. She was flattered that he pursued her of all women, that he was relentless in his pursuit.
"I want you. There's nothing you can do about that." He told her when she rejected him the second time. She feigned exasperation with him, but secretly, her heart beat a little faster in her chest.
She just wasn't looking for a relationship at the moment. At least, that's what she told him. Deep inside, she felt guilty for being attracted to him, for wanting to be with him. She shouldn't be pining for him like a lovestruck teenager. It was too soon after Jean's death. She should still be mourning her friend.
Then again, wouldn't Jean want her to be happy, even if it's only for a few fleeting moments? Maybe, if Shinobi asked her out again, she would say yes.