Oh. My. God. Nate knew Maggie was sending roses to Tabitha for him. But three dozen? Oh God, how much did that—no, no, he can easily figure out how much they cost, and he doesn’t want to, because oh my God.

“Oh, hey, I’m so glad!” he said with a lopsided smile, glancing sideways at his friends who, oh God, are they watching him? Are they? Okay. Yes. Ignoring that. “Hope they’re not too much of a pain to lug around. Or maybe you could hire a freshman to take care of that for you.” Haha. Awkward laugh. Jesus Nate, get it together.

"Oh, and happy Valentine's Day." Because that wasn't implied by the 36 roses she just got or anything.