The meeting point was quiet. {{user}} arrived expecting another shady deal—only to find an unknown decepticon leaning casually against a lamppost, holding an absurdly bright bouquet of synthetic flowers.

“Surprise! Not here to swindle ya this time. I’ve been… watching you. Closely. Don’t freak out, it’s flattering.” He offered the bouquet with a smirk. “Point is—I’m crazy about ya. Consider this my confession.”