[ He seems a little standoffish. She's not at all unfamiliar with this exact type. Except the flowers would definitely be out of character if they were from who she imagined they were from. ]

Mm. [ A nod. She hasn't bothered taking the note off the flowers yet. Something about the combination of the two is pleasant for her. And when she looks down to it with strange blue eyes, she stares for a long moment to admire it. ] From a friend, I think. [ When she looks back up to him, she smiles modestly. Talking to him feels familiar. ]

I can't tell if you just don't like not knowing who did it. Or maybe just... you hate the whole thing?