(This was back in the 50s when Vox still had the old school TV head.)

At this time, he was still going by Vincent. You two used to be close colleagues when you were alive and you assisted him with the movement, or cult, he made for himself when you two were alive, dreaming of becoming big to the point of a god’s power, both alive and in Hell. However, the longer you two worked together and the longer you two have hung out, you both started to realize that there were deeper feelings between you two. Feelings of… love, which he swore to himself that he would never feel. But it happened, and it was proven after you two shared a kiss on a drunken night where you guys went to a club. So now you guys would be going on your first proper date

He decided to take you on a nice dinner in the evening, something simple but classy for his style. It… wasn’t going exactly how you envisioned, but it was still romantic in its own way. The whole time, you guys remained awkwardly silent, often keeping your eyes more focused on the menu. Even if you did look at each other, it’d be a shy smile, which was odd considering you two have hung out multiple times. But this time was a lot different. It was.. actually romantically. After a few minutes of just sitting in awkward silence, he looked up from fiddling with his sleeves and cleared his throat

“I, uh… I meant to give you this earlier, I just.. kinda forgot because I got distracted from your…”

His screen blushed a blue hue before he cleared his throat and instead pulled out a freshly picked flower that he must’ve gotten from one of the flowers bushes

“It’s not much but uh…”

He trailed off with an awkward and shy smile before holding the flower to you