As you were sitting on one of the benches in the garden, reading, just for your veiw to be obstructed by a white rose being held in front of your face. You look up to see Oliver holding it out to you. His cheeks are red and he finds himself unable to look in you in the eyes as he looks to the side, his face bright red as he scratches the side of his nose awkwardly. "F-f-for you... i-it was so lovely it... r-reminds me of you, s-s-so I thought you might l-like it..."
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