[o] have you seen a fallen star anywhere?

you hate the crash, but you love the rush

Flora’s gaze flickers down at the arrows scattered across the grass, then back up at the offered shortbread, hesitation hovering at the corners of her mouth. It only lasts a second before curiosity (and a deeply ingrained inability to refuse anything sweet, even in her misery) overtakes manners. "Your mom might suck at cooking, but I suck at saying no to treats," she quips softly, reaching out to accept the square, fingers brushing lightly against the paper.

Taking a small bite, Flora’s eyes widen with genuine surprise, the sweetness coaxing an actual smile to her lips for the first time in what feels like days. "Ohmygods, these are actually amazing," she admits warmly, lifting her other hand to catch crumbs before they can rain onto her already messy sweater.

As the girl introduces herself, Flora finds herself relaxing slightly, shoulders easing out of their tight line. "Theea?" She tilts her head thoughtfully. "Pretty. I’m Flora." A slight pause, fingers fussing with the edge of the treat as her eyes dip towards the ground. "Thanks for sharing your, uh, emotional support shortbread with a stranger, by the way." Her smile turns sheepish, eyes lifting once more with cautious warmth. "That obvious I'm having a day?"