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.