Cam has roses for sale. They stand proudly, thorned and tall.
Lillian strokes their petals, flushed and timid. Reserved. Like their master in a flowery form.
"Would you like one?" he asks, lazy gaze following her lazy fingers.
"How much?"
"600 each."
She chews on her bottom lip (dry!) and does some mental math. "I'll buy two."
"Great. Pick and choose."
She plucks two from the glass vase randomly. They're all beautiful, no matter their individual imperfections, their rosey bumps and bruises.
"Thank you, Lillian. Come again soon."
"I'm not going yet."
"Do you need to buy something else?"
"Just your affection. Here." She hands him one of the roses in her hand. It's spiky against her fingertips, and she is happy to let it go.
Cam furrows his brows. "What's the meaning of this?"
"I thought you'd like it."
"I do."
"Good." She smiles and shouts at Laney walking by. "Hey!"
The blond, summertime sweetheart, waves back. "How are you, Lillian?"
"Great! And you?"
"Well, thanks! Come by the cafe sometime! Dad made chocolate pudding."
"Sounds good."
When she turns back around, Cam's still staring at her, a long-lashed green and checkered violet vision. Cheeks pink.
"You look like a carnation, Cam." Carnation Cam. Hahaha. Funny. Not that she'd laugh. Does he laugh?
He doesn't, smiles instead. "Yeah, thanks, I guess."
a/n: This one was inspired by something I did. I bought a rose from Cam then gave it right back to him thinking it'd elicit some sort of special reaction. It didn't.