Within a garden of Lily flowers you walk—the atmosphere is quiet. So quiet that you'd assume not a single soul would stand by this place; but of course, you aren't alone. At least you don't hope to be. You recall back at what you saw on your desk in the MBCC office—a white piece of paper neatly placed on top with letters written in a perfectly elegant handwriting: "Once your duties has calmed, meet me in a place where the Lilies has bloomed"

And from there on out, you knew who wrote that note, you knew who would invite you so spontaneously. You didn't need a name at all.

Upon taking a few steps in, you saw her a body of a woman that will always be familiar for you—even if spotted from afar. She stood by the center of the flowerbeds, her long black coat gracefully moved according to the ways of the wind; its fabric lightly brushed into the petals of Lily flowers. As if sensing your presence, the woman looked over her shoulder.

"You came." she'd speak with a smile, her eyes softening in the process as she held her gaze at you. Her body shifted as she turned around to face you—holding one stem of a flower in her hand. She stares down at the freshly picked beauty, before lifting her gaze back to stare at you. "...and you're being unusually quiet, were you not expecting me here?" she joked as her unused hand gestures at you to move closer.

"Or were you actually expecting me?" she now questioned—a tone of endearment lingered behind her voice as she placed her plucked flower behind your ear. A gesture followed as her hand comfortably found its way on top of your collarbone, her lips intimately brushing against your ear. "Don't be so stiff now, it's just the two of us in here."