Flowers and Stuff are Cool [fer potatoes and trees]

Ethan cleared his throat, holding his hand up to knock on her door, but stopping just before he actually did so. There was a single red rose in his hand and a cheesy box of heart-shaped chocolates tucked away in his arm. There really was no special occasion, but he'd been wanting to do this for a really, really long time and it had to be waytoolatetobackoutnowohgodwhywasthereabeadofsweatgoingdownhisfaceBREATHERILEYBREATHE.

He knocked on the door and froze. "Kimberly?" He called out, "Are you there?"

Kimply was sitting on her sofa in the corner of her room, a sketchbook in her lap and a dull pencil in her hand. All her focus was on the straight line she was attempting, but the sound of a familiar voice calling her name drew her out of her mindset. "Hold on."
Setting everything aside, she stood and made her way to the door. Upon opening it her lips automatically twitched into a smile, but as soon as she noticed what he held her face lip up in pleasant surprise. It only lasted for a moment before she quickly covered the bottom of her face with her hand out of habit, attempting to hide the slight blush rising to her cheeks. "Uhh, hi. Are you sure you have the right room?" She laughed lightly. BecasualbecasualwhatthefuckisgoingonohmygodthoseareROMANTICGESTURESHELP.

The Winter couldn't help but blush himself then, having to clear his throat once again and loosening the collar of his shirt. He'd plotted this out so carefully. He'd even made flashcards of things to say! Although, he'd spent all night memorizing them, his mind was still drawing a big blank... Already this wasn't going to plan. "Uh, I - ... Yeah, I mean - accidentally knocking on someone elses' door is basically an impossible possibility - especially since we live in the same dorm, and -" He let out a heavy breath, just pushing the flowers out towards her. GET IT OVER WITH. "These are for you..."