Inside the hospital room, May was still smiling faintly, the color slowly returning to her face. Alexander had fallen quiet for a moment, his hands resting on the edge of the chair, as he watched her carefully.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” he said suddenly, his voice low and honest. “After that second date, I thought maybe you just… changed your mind.” He muttered.
May looked at him, surprised. “No, never. I had fun with you. I remember thinking you were... different. In a good way.”
He smiled, a soft curve of his lips. “Then I guess I’m glad I didn’t give up.”
May glanced at the flowers. “These are really pretty.”
“I remembered you said you liked soft pink roses. Thought I’d give myself a few points for listening.”
May chuckled. “Okay, that earns you some points.”
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