“Happy Birthday, Parker.” you whispered from behind Peter’s ear, causing him to turn around from his school locker to face you with a radiant smile. You rose onto your toes to leave a red-lipstick print on his cheek, soon satisfied with his giggles.
You brought the bouquet of lavish roses that were hidden from behind your back. “These are for you, birthday boy.”
Peter reached for the bouquet in your hands and brought it to his face, the heavy fragrant scent filling his nostrils.