Olivia's POV
Jones slowed down, and Maxwell turned to look at me with raised eyebrows. "Why?"
My mind raced for an excuse.
"I want to come down," I said. "Just for a moment."
"Why?" Maxwell asked again.
"I... I want to pluck a flower. From those shrubs." I gestured vaguely toward the greenery lining the driveway.
There was dead silence.
Maxwell stared at me like I'd just announced I wanted to strip naked and dance in front of him.
"A flower," he repeated slowly.
"Yes."
"From the shrubs."
"Yes."
"Oliver." His expression was filled with disbelief. "There's nothing beautiful in those shrubs. They're just generic landscaping plants. If you want flowers, I have an entire garden…"
"I like those ones." I was already reaching for the door handle, desperate to end this conversation before it got any weirder. "They're... rustic. Natural. I just want one. It'll only take a second."
