What flowers? I’m not a little boy to be giving out ‘flowers.’”

I sighed and suddenly realized:

– “And I’m not a little girl to be choosing men like you. At my age I don’t need someone who can’t even understand a woman’s worth in small things. I tried, I made everything romantic. You’d better leave… and forget me.”

The door closed, the candles kept burning, and the dinner remained untouched.