The usual smile that was on his lips thinned into a frown. "Wow. Ok, do you always make assumptions about people? Submissive? Really? You just said that I wasn't more than a blip on your radar but you've seemed to already have me figured out." He snorted at that, actually a bit insulted.
"I don't like Gracie like that. She's sweet and a friend, but not anyone I'd find myself romantically attracted to." She was starting to annoy him as well finally. "Red roses are romantic, the ultimate symbol of love, White roses are for purity, it's white lilies that are for funerals and that's due to the fact that most cultures actually connect white with death rather than black. When I do something, it's rarely for any superficial reason. I like to layer meanings with what I say and do. Like the cranes. In Japanese culture, they're good luck generally, and the crystals that are tied in the bottom are often used for cleansing in some native cultures. It was an attempt to give you luck and warm dreams."
He looked over to her. "And while you are not like other girls, I am not like other men. I think that could be to our benefits if you don't make so many quick judgements and assumptions Marie."