who: @parkerwalsh when: after the valentine’s dance. where: parker’s dorm.
Hair slicked back to tame his tousled curls, Marcello stood outside of Parker’s door, mentally preparing himself for the prolonged social interaction before lifting his fist to give the door a few knocks. He held a sunflower bouquet in his hand, a traditional sign of appreciation, and the sunflower’s color vaguely reminded him of Parker’s warm presence. “Good afternoon, Parker,” Marcello greeted with a grim expression. He held the flowers out for her stiffly, and his eyes strategically avoided hers as he handed them over. “I know I’m a bit early... Did you, uh-” Marcello finally glanced over to give the redhead a brief nod of acknowledge. “Need some more time?”
