you look like my next mistake
"Uhm, definitely not." Flora counters with a raise of her brows. "Have you even met you? Nothing is a given." But also, as Jack was beginning to understand more and more, Flora's love language was all of them, but especially words of affirmation.
Flora scoffs, the sound playfully indignant as she tilts her chin up at him, but there’s no real heat behind it (her stores of anger were more or less empty, thankfully). "At least things will always be interesting," she hums, though there is still an apologetic sheen coating her thoughts, because as Jack had pointed out a few times during their argument, Flora had gotten a few details about their fight wrong.
At his question, she follows his gaze along the path, nodding absently. "Err, more or less," she murmurs, voice quieter now, her usual theatrics slipping into something softer as something like guilt casts a shadow over her thoughts. "I was looking for this tree that Enzo and I carved our initials into when we were younger and I ran into Koa."
Flora scoffs, the sound playfully indignant as she tilts her chin up at him, but there’s no real heat behind it (her stores of anger were more or less empty, thankfully). "At least things will always be interesting," she hums, though there is still an apologetic sheen coating her thoughts, because as Jack had pointed out a few times during their argument, Flora had gotten a few details about their fight wrong.
At his question, she follows his gaze along the path, nodding absently. "Err, more or less," she murmurs, voice quieter now, her usual theatrics slipping into something softer as something like guilt casts a shadow over her thoughts. "I was looking for this tree that Enzo and I carved our initials into when we were younger and I ran into Koa."
