Robert walked into the Greenhouse and let the door slam behind him. Looking around he wasn't sure why he was here, he didn't have anything to do here but then remembered he had been on his way here anyway before...well what just happened. Tossing his bag down onto the nearest work table he walked over toward what he considered his station. The one he had used last year and pulled some pots toward him

His emotions were so close to the surface he felt like he was going to crack. Least I'm in here where the plants don't care what I do. He couldn't believe what just happened, his mind didn't want to wrap around it really. It was just too...fantastical to be believed but he still ached all the same. Trying to stop his mind from replaying it over and over he began stuffing dirt into one of the pots.

She had done it.... He swallowed hard and started packing it in harder. Even now..he couldn't do the thing he loved the most besides flying because he was filled with thoughts of HER. Setting the pot down hard he placed both of his hands on the table and closed his eyes, breathing in and out as he tried to stem the rush of emotions that wanted to escape.