You hadn’t expected to see Lorenzo tonight. The dim glow of the library’s enchanted lamps threw long shadows across the rows of books, and there he was, leaning casually against a shelf with that infuriatingly easy charm he always wore.

“Hey,” he said, voice smooth like dark chocolate, though a little softer than usual. “Fancy seeing you here.”

You smiled, trying not to sound too thrilled. “I could say the same.”

He tilted his head, eyes glinting with that half-amused, half-calculating look. “I was thinking… maybe you’d like a walk. There’s a garden nearby. The moon’s out. Perfect night for it.”

Curious, you followed, the silence between you humming with unspoken words. When you reached the garden, Lorenzo paused near a small cluster of lillies that shimmered faintly in the moonlight. He knelt down, brushing a finger lightly over the petals of a delicate bloom.

“I remembered,” he said, almost shyly, though it didn’t suit him. “Your favourite flower. You mentioned it once… ages ago, and I, uh… I didn’t forget.”

Your chest tightened in a way that surprised you. “You… remembered?”

“Of course I remembered,” he replied, standing and offering the flower to you. His usual cocky grin softened just enough to be dangerous in a completely different way. “I mean… it’s you. How could I forget?”

You took the flower, and the scent hit you - fresh, sweet, exactly like you remembered loving it. It was simple, but in his hands, it felt significant. Important. Lorenzo Berkshire, who usually seemed like he only cared about appearances and clever words, had remembered something small about you, something only you would notice.

“You didn’t have to.” you murmured.

“I wanted to,” he said, shrugging, but there was warmth behind the casual gesture, something rare. “It’s just… nice to do something normal for a change. Something that isn’t about proving something. Or showing off.”

You blinked at him, the words sticking in your throat. For once, he wasn’t teasing, wasn’t manipulating, wasn’t playing the part he usually did so well. He was just… Lorenzo. And for a fleeting moment, the world shrank to the two of you, the moonlight, and that one perfect flower.

“Thank you,” you whispered, a small smile breaking through.

He smirked, but it was softer than usual, almost bashful. “Don’t thank me. Just… enjoy it. That’s all I ask.”