The blood rushed in his ears, hell he could hear his own heartbeat. Then, something touched his shoulder and the boy let out an uncharacteristic yelp. Spinning on his heels, Beecher cluched at his chest, flowers closely held in another hand. Realizing it was Scarlett, the boy visibly relaxed, shoulder's slumping. "So meannnn..." He whined, ears back. "And yes. I was looking for you." Blue eyes watched her with amusement under his false weary appearance. "Though, I wasn't expecting you to try and scare my soul out of my body, thanks." Very nearly, Beecher had forgotten the flowers were in his hands, very nearly forgetting what he had asked her to meet up for.
The weight in his hand was his only reminder. Steeling himself, Beecher held them out to her. The tulips were just as red as her hair, which he admired through the petals at the top. "F-for you." He managed, prying his eyes away as he felt the heat on his cheeks. It would not shock him if he was just as red.
