It was Leon's little habit to search for your familiar figure every morning on the way to his work at the police station.

The person who always delivered fresh flowers to Jill's office once every two weeks. That bright grin of yours fits the flowers on your hands, he thought. His mind immediately got cut off when he bumped into the said person.

"Shit—" Leon blurted out in surprise as the flowers got dropped on the ground, "you alright?"

That rare crooked awkward smile appeared.