Scene 18: Something Ridiculous

The sweet scent of flowers hung gently in the cockpit of the car parked in the parking lot.

Yueying had taken from the florist a large bouquet of flowers of the colors that her partner preferred, on the occasion of her birthday. She had organized a beautiful romantic dinner in a place that had reserved for them a very secluded table on a terrace overlooking the breathtaking panorama of the city in the evening, with the lights on shining in the distance; for once, she hadn't invited friends and colleagues, trying to spend the evening alone, by candlelight.

This should have been easy, but there was a problem. After booking a local, getting dressed and wearing make-up for the occasion, buying a gift and a bouquet of flowers, Yueying could not find the courage to put one foot out of the car now, fearing that Zhurong would judge her stupid idea ; she had told her that she would pick her up at the gallery after working hours to take her out for dinner, but she had not mentioned anything about the elegant dinner... or the bouquet of flowers.

Yueying had never brought flowers to anyone, not for romantic occasions, and now, with that big bouquet in her hand, which sent that gentle smell into the air, she felt enormously ridiculous; Zhurong herself had admitted that she was not the type of person who gave flowers and that probably would never have happened, while Yueying had received and had been very happy. So, she had decided to make her sweet half feel the same sweet joy and had commissioned that tailored bouquet.

Now, however, the thought of her partner's likely laughter was beginning to make her feel inadequate. That the other had never opted for flowers was now established, but if receiving them had only triggered a negative reaction? Rationally, it was a stupid and unfounded fear, but something, subconsciously, told her that perhaps she should have felt the ground first.

She got out of the car quickly and went around, opening the trunk to hide the big deck.

"What are you doing?"

Zhurong's perplexed voice had suddenly reached Yueying's ears and had taken her by surprise so as to induce her to jump unpleasantly on the spot, turning with an extremely guilty air. Her sweet half was standing beside her intent on scrutinizing the large bouquet of flowers and then her red face of embarrassment, waiting for an answer to a perfectly legitimate question.

"Oh, you've changed! You're gorgeous… "Yueying glissed, hastily placing the bouquet in the trunk and raising an arm to close it as quickly as possible.

"Are they flowers?"

"...Which?"

"Those! Why are you hiding them ?!"

In the end, Yueying, defeated, sighed and pulled the door up again. "I got them for your birthday." She justified himself, sinking into an ever-stronger embarrassment as she grabbed the bouquet and handed it to her partner. "I thought you would like it..."

Taking the bouquet of flowers in her hands, Zhurong gave a confused look to her partner. "For me?" she repeated, curious.

"I know you don't love flowers and that you never gave them away, but I thought it could be a nice idea. I guess it isn't, but... so I was getting them out of the way."

"I'm..."

Yueying stayed to peer at her sweet half, preparing to be teased.

"They are beautiful and make a great perfume, thanks. You know... it's the first time I get one... "

Zhurong's bright eyes and the soft flicker in her voice convinced Yueying of the sincerity of her statement and prompted her to call herself an idiot. With a smile, she tenderly replied: "I'm glad you like them, these are the flowers that remind me of you..."

Zhurong's sudden embrace made Yueying sigh with satisfaction and reassured her, but the words that came from her partner moved her: "Nothing you do can ever be stupid, Yueying. These flowers are beautiful, I'm glad you gave them to me..."

"I love you..."

"I love you too, very much."


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