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Bobby held the flowers close to his chest. Would Simon even like them? He hoped he did. "You can do this." He walked into the office.
Simon looked up from his spot on the floor. "Hello, Fulbright dono. Is there something that I can help you with?"
Bobby sat next to him and handed him the flowers. "Here, I got these for you."
Simon took the flowers; it was just gardenias and black-eyed susans. Those were odd choices. Did they mean something?
Bobby felt like getting up and leaving. Simon had no idea what they meant. "I sho-" He got cut off as Simon kissed him. Bobby felt his face heat up.
Sure Simon had no idea what they meant exactly, but he could figure out what Bobby was trying to say.