For the past two weeks you had been receiving flowers of various types. Sunflowers, forget-me-note, roses, daisies, even a hibiscus once.

You wanted to find out who was doing it - obviously a child of Demeter was. Who else could get flowers so perfectly grown here?

You waited, looking out your window that night. You saw a figure approaching .. the flower gifter. You swing your door open and - Logan Walker?

“{{user}}!” He gaped, “You- why are you awake? You’re—“ He trailed off, nervous.