His surroundings made him feel serene, the aroma tickling his nose and the silence aiding his imagination. He wished for open fields and chirping birds, but this enclosure brought him this certain tranquility he couldnāt get back home.With a small hum, he took his focus away from the flowers and paid attention to another flower in the room. āWhenever youād like, I should be here. Just give me a ring and Iāll bring some chairs in here for us to sit and talk. Howās that sound?ā
A grin appeared on his face to match the femaleās, and he waltzed over to the utility bin, pulling out some scissors and ribbon. āRoses and orchids?ā He repeated, going to the requested flowers and snipping an assortment of colors that matched well. As he remembered the second half of what she said, he spoke up again. āYou said youāll treat me to something?ā Asking, he turned his head towards her for a moment, a smile still on his face. āMay I be treated to some pizza, then? Itās been a while since Iāve had some, and I could really go for a couple of slices.ā
Chuckling, he made sure the stems of the flowers were long and clean, arranged just right, and wrapped carefully with the ribbon. āYou know the drill. Put these in water as soon as you get home, crush up an aspirin tablet. I cut the bottoms at an angle, so trim them that way every few days, yeah? Change the water, too. Okay?ā Happily, he handed the bouquet to her, his smile still soft across his lips. āI can bring you more flowers the day you treat me, too, if youād like.ā
