Rudy had mentioned his favorite flower, the Gazania, in passing.

Ever since, you had been dying to get your hands on some for him. And after a few weeks waiting for a shipment, they had finally come. You had quickly gotten to work, weaving the beautiful, warm-colored flowers with delicate hands into a small flower crown.

"What are you doing there, cariño?" Rudy speaks from behind you from your seat on the couch, his tone curious as he sets a dirty mug in the sink, walking towards you.