Galway Girl [Closed]

[ambientmagic]

"Oh, you're a graduate student? I don't teach graduate classes," Evan responded easily. "The Library Science program is tough--I've helped quite a few people out with their collection development projects. Of course, I doubt you need my help," he added. "You're clearly very talented, and getting good experience here in the field too! Tell me, what do you plan to specialize in? Academic libraries? Public? Archival works?"

"In the box is fine, please. I wouldn't want to disturb the contents of my bag." Well that sounded creepy. He reached in and pulled out the posy he'd made her earlier with a flourish. "I'm a gardener, you see, and I picked up some cuttings this morning. Here, these are for you."

He offered the little twist of flowers expectantly, as if there was no chance she wouldn't take them. A dogwood flower, pale pink and just at its full bloom, for durability for the rest of the day, and a Rosa Assisiensis in a slightly darker pink, for balance between pain and pleasure. He'd caused plenty of pain, so it should make the rest of her day pleasurable. A sprig of aconite, for misanthropy, and because the tall purple shoot set off the other two blooms nicely. All three flowers were tied together with a bit of white thread for clarity.

If Miss Bridget accepted the flowers, she'd find that people would avoid her for the rest of her shift, and a bit more energy to focus on her other tasks, as payment for the difficulties he'd put her through.