“What are you doing?” Dark asked reaching up to remove the flower to look at it
“Oh, I just found these,” Carlos said, showing a small bouquet of flowers in his hand. “I think I’m going to press some of them for my daughter. But… y’know; it’s a nice day outside. Sunny, even with the cold. And these guys were still hanging around.”
“So you wanted to put one in my hair?” He asked with a raised eyebrow. “A bit strange.” Dark said a bit pointedly.
Carlos smiled, a little nervously, and shrugged. “Yeah… but
I can’t keep these to myself.”
The Perfect Scientist 