Day 09 (Alt) - Roses
"Why, Professor...for me?"
He frowned. "Of course, for you. Don't take this the wrong way-"
"Oh, but Professor - Roy...? I don't see how I possibly could!"
Another frown, and a stray bit of sand brushed from the crepe-paper roses' petals. Her face was still all adoration.
"Ginger. You know perfectly well I have no interest in such things. Yes, they're for you, but merely because you're my friend. Why don't you give them to Mary Ann, or something?"
Before she could swoon out of habit at the Professor's retreating form, Ginger stopped to think about it. Why not, indeed?