Five minutes early, Misha squirmed as each minute ticked by. He would have done anything for a tempus charm, but in such a mixed area, his wand needed to stay safety tucked into his suit jacket. By five forty the smile on his face had faded slightly but Misha hadn't given up hope. When Bella finally emerged from a cab, his breath caught, both from relief and expectation.
"It's fine, don't worry about it," he said, unable to feel even the slightest bit of frustration at her delay. Misha lent her a hand to step up the curb, offering her the small bouquet once she was properly at his side.
"Happy birthday. Well, belated birthday," he grinned.
"I'm sure these are nothing compared to what you're used to, but they're home grown. My mom keeps a small greenhouse out the back of our place."