“It would be funny if I could say it’s actually Rose.” – she joked – “But the rose’s name is Nunnally. Nun…or Lily…” – she added as he played with the flower and commented about them; then she picked one flower for herself covering her face between the petals and the scent: --
“Oh, so it was you!” – she exclaimed quite pleased (for no particular reason) – “I was wondering if someone did it or if it just happened. It's nice to meet the gardener."
"I like their smell.” – Nunnally added putting the flower into her hair.
“Do I look pretty?"
"And yes, I like coming here. Sitting on this very wall and watching people passing by. It’s rather an illuminating activity.”
i hang out with my neighbor this afternoon, it was fun!!! she showed me her straight cis allo woman music (country songs) and I showed her my gay (nine percent) and genderqueer (nct 127) music