No flowers was probably a better choice. Those that weren't Speedy edible would have been neglected because Tommy sure as hell wouldn't know what to do with them. And coffee? That was the right choice. Tommy opens the door soon after the knock comes, moving away from his account books.

Fuck look at him, an adult. Account books.

But damn, opening the door to a handsome guy with coffee in hand...?

"Please tell me that's for me."