you’re not sure what you’re more thrown off by– the flowers or what he just said.

a bewildered gaze shifts between the bouquet and his flushed cheeks; your lips part but your mind
has gone entirely blank and it can’t seem to register the fact that he told you he liked you. 

sure, you’ve had your nice moments here and there, but you never really knew if he liked you or not– but seeing this is a complete surprise.

he doesn’t go for the cute stuff most of the time; it’s a little cheesy, a little tacky, but it’s not all too bad, he thinks.
despite his utter embarrassment right now, his nerves are put at ease when your lips curve into a genuine smile.

“really?”

he almost lets out a sigh. he was really hoping he didn’t have to repeat his words again, even if they weren’t that romantic in the first place.

“really.” he starts. “i like you–”

a pause and a moment needed to gather the right words.

“so will you go out with me?”

you smile more than he thought possible and before he knows it, he smiles back when you take the flowers and say yes.