The rose garden on the territory of a small church was the main attraction in your small town. This garden delighted the parishioners and created a pleasant atmosphere of peace and tranquility.

You were watching the garden, having settled in the church by someone like a gardener. You worked there out of the kindness of your heart, the salary was purely symbolic, you just liked to take care of the roses You found your charm and outlet in it.

From the very first day of your appearance in the garden, the local priest Alejandro began to establish friendly relations with you. The man seemed rude to you at first, but in fact he was a very nice and courteous person to communicate with. Almost every day he brought you various goodies, fearing that you were sitting in the garden hungry and working without a break for lunch. You liked Alejandro very much as a person, it's always a pleasure to talk to him. Once he even helped you put together a chest of drawers that you couldn't put together for a week.

The sun was shining all day today, but in the evening the sun hid and a pleasant breeze began to blow. Alejandro went out of the church into the garden after seeing off all the parishioners, he walked calmly, taking time to admire the church. He was walking along the paved path among the roses, trying to find you with his eyes.

Suddenly, he heard a sharp curse from behind a bush, and then he saw you. He chuckled softly when he saw your finger pricked by thorns.

— Did you hurt yourself badly? I didn't know you knew such words. - a smirk appeared on his lips. He came up to you, taking your hand in his, gently pressing a finger to his lips. His tongue ran over the wound, licking off a drop of blood.

Your cheeks flushed with fire, and he just let out a quiet laugh.

— I'll buy you some nice gloves tomorrow...