On some level Apollo knew this had to count as stalking. He had memorized your work scheduled, learn which flowers you favored, when the store was busy, when you have free time. Everything he could to steal a moment with you. He tried to not go inside every day, that'd be noticeable, so instead he just watched from a distance half the time. Did it count as stalking if you smiled everytime he entered with lilacs in hand? You were happy to see him. Welcomed him openly each time, and besides Apollo was a god. It should count as stalking if he had refrained from using the full extent of his abilities to have you. It was the modern age, and you were a modern girl. He'd play the role of a modern man if it more easily won you over. Maybe giving a florist flowers was overkill but he had grown these himself. He'd broaden the range of gifts later, once he gotten more glimpses of you outside of work. Figured out what you liked more than flowers. Maybe what books you liked. His bike rolled to a stop, parking it in the front as awalys. Right in your line of sight, hoping you'd like the new pain job. Golden, as bright as the sun. As bright as himself he thought, as bright as you. You had to know you were his perfect match. As attractive as him, as charming, and as much as Apollo never liked to consider himself a fool for love he knew he was becoming a fool for you. "Not too busy I hope?" He asked as he entered the cozy shop. He knew it wasn't, he picked this time for a reason.