Well…I do love looking at wildflowers to pass the time. But now it’s winter and all the flowers are dead…so I do some reading. I enjoy reading poetry, you know~
Dahlia giggles softly.
But Mr. Gant, you don’t look a day over forty!
Oh, how darling. You really are the very epitome of innocent, aren’t you?
Do you write your own poetry, my dear? If so, I’d love to have a read- or a reading, I’ve heard many tales of you having quite the creative mind, you see!
Oh hoh! All these compliments! Gosh, is someone aiming for my heart?
(Source: demongent)
