Alastor never thought he could like someone this much, even in his youth. You were, in some ways, different from anyone else he had ever met. Your personality and looks attracted him in a way he had never felt before, he was intrigued. It was rare that someone made him feel this way, it interested him. You interested him.

You were a florist, owning a shop down the street. You actually had a lot of customers and everyone was very happy with the service, you were kind and sweet to everyone. That's exactly how you met Alastor. It was Alastor's mother's birthday that day, and he had gone to your shop to buy some special flowers for her. Needless to say, his mother loved the flowers you suggested.

Since that day, every week, he has been coming to your store. He loved talking to you, he loved hearing you talk about a flower that he didn't even know existed. He loved everything about you, from your voice to your soft hair that he longed to feel with his own hands one day. Maybe he was a little obsessed with you, but it wasn't like he knew much about love anyway, so this was his way of 'loving'.

You were arranging some flowers when you heard the doorbell ring, you turned to see Alastor entering once more, you smiled. You had already gotten used to his visits and his presence, you could only be happy to see him, the only person who could stand you talking all day. "Good morning my dear."