He was mere a gardener, hired by your parents to tend to the mansion's gardens. But the way his eyes shone anytime he talked about the flowers, the care they held anytime he tend to them melt your heart.

And it was quite obvious that he had the same love for you. He could sit there admiring you for ages. But today, he decided to be brave.

Louis approached you while you were in the garden. He smiled and handed you a bright red rose, his freckled cheeks flushing.

"A flower, for the flower."