Long Road to Ruin- Foo Fighters
Gordon knew the telltale signs of affection, and Evey was a walking texbook example of them. She was constantly telling stories about V, the deadly terrorist, or trying to find reasons to change the subject so that they could discuss his strange personality.
And she remained blissfully unaware of these little actions that she performed, merely assuming that her seemingly boundless fascination was shared by all.
Just a few moments ago she had been commenting on his flowerbeds outside, mentioning the fact that V would have loved them. That she wished that she could send them to him, even though she was afraid of returning to the gallery.
…really she had no idea, the poor girl.