She wants a flower, huh? Maverick weaves through the campus, replaying the scene over and over. The girl with waves of hair and cloudy white eyes, black speckled in. His feet travel pass cars and buildings until he notices a pristine white rose glimmering in the pooling light, as if sent down from the gods themselves. Cliche. Perfect. As he eagerly reaches his hand forward to pluck it, a thorn pricks his finger drawing blood. Cursing, the boy squats down, excruciatingly removing the rose. Little by little, the flower is coaxed out of its bush. Briskly, now, Maverick heads back to his dorm.