Schlatt was usually the last person to take on errands. He'd never admit it, but he didn’t mind letting you handle the mundane tasks. You were always the one taking care of things around the house—not that you minded anyway. But today, for whatever reason, he decided to switch it up.

“I got this,” he grumbled as he grabbed the car keys, striding out the door before you could protest. You gave him an amused glance but shrugged it off. If he wanted to do the errands for once, you weren’t going to stop him.

An hour later, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. Schlatt stepped in, holding a bouquet of flowers, his usual scowl replaced by a slight hint of smugness.

“I know you usually handle all the boring stuff around here,” he muttered, holding out the bouquet toward you. The arrangement was a stunning mix of deep crimson and pale pink roses, each one lush and velvety, their petals soft and perfectly layered.

“Figured you could use somethin’ nice instead,” he added, trying to downplay the gesture as he offered the flowers.

You stared at him for a moment, caught off guard by the unexpected gesture and how thoughtful it seemed, especially coming from him. You couldn't help the small, knowing smile that tugged at the corner of your lips as you simply reached out to take them from his hands.

Schlatt shifted, his expression faltering when he realized he’d forgotten to do the actual errands. Clearly unsure of how to handle the moment, he glanced away, avoiding eye contact.

“Oh, right… I forgot to actually do the errands,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Got distracted, okay? Couldn’t really bring myself to do them.”