Helen giggled.
Nikola kept making her do that with his letters. Cheeky bastard that he was.
She giggled remembering that morning. There had been something about Nikola sitting there looking so perfectly dressed, not a hair out of place;
Of course then half the time he had that goo in his hair so it never was out of place. Ugh what a way to ruin an afternoon of his napping on her when she tried to play with his hair and got that STUFF on her fingers for her troubles.
He looked so damn picturesque and there were all those lovely white flowers about them.
It was the closest thing she could come to of splatting Nikola with a well formed snowball for the time of year it was.
Helen also remembered the look she'd had for a moment. If he'd listened to her the previous week and rid himself of that dreadful mustache she probably would have pinned him to the ground and made that a much, much more interesting morning.
As Helen headed to get ready for her day, still giggling, she very much hoped to have Nikola toss petals at her soon as he could.