It had taken him a good four hours to find the right flowers to bring to the dance. He was sure Frankie would like anything he gave her, but he wanted to give her the most perfect flower in the world. Which was a lot harder than it sounded.

He'd opted for fake ones for obvious reasons, though. One: they would never die and she would always remember that he gave them to her. And two: they were easy to clean. It was enough to make up for them not being exactly perfect.

He held them carefully, standing near the entrance to the dance as he looked about the room. Somewhere she was going to be standing, and then? He would....

Uh...

Oh no.