When Sam met Ainsley for lunch, she'd already finished their sandwiches, but still carried a pink milkshake. A smirk surfaced with a memory. Branches heavy with flamingo-pink cherry blossoms bowed over the tidal basin path.

"Cherry?" he asked.

Her lips curved into a smile around her straw. "Cotton candy."

Sam shook his head and chuckled. He should have expected a twist; she had always defied expectations. As they turned their backs to the water and started north, he plucked a blossom from its branch and tucked it into her hair without a word. Just with a smile.

Just for her.