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Joe had given Ram his full name that first night and he was pretty sure that was the first time he had heard Ram said Giovanni. Typically, he only heard that name when his mother was annoyed with him, so it sounded very different coming from Ram, an unexpected jolt of pleasure zipping through him. "A pleasure to meet you, Trouble. I hope I pass muster." If Trouble had been a dog, Joe might have tested to see whether he could shake paws, but he had a feeling cats were above that sort of thing.
"Yeah. I said I would. I picked them out just for you." Joe was pleased with the selection, choosing the blooms for color and variety more than any particular meaning. He broke into a wide smile, cheeks turning pink as Ram produced a flower for him seemingly out of thin air. "Swap?" he suggested, passing the flowers to Ram. "No one's ever bought me flowers, either. Although," he joked, "this one guy did give me an iris once." Joe had no idea what type of flower it was, but it was dark and had layer upon layer of petals that Joe thought would be a challenge to draw sometime.
"Oh!" He remembered what else was in his pocket. "And I made this for you too." Joe drew out the mixtape he'd made and went to pass the cassette to him but quickly pulled it back. "It's like at karaoke," he said. "Like, don't take the lyrics directly at face value?" Because there were a lot of love songs and he wasn't ready for that yet, despite what some of his past lives thought.