Viktor grabbed his coat from the lab. It had been a few days since he’d seen you, he realized, just you to get him out of that stuffy lab.

He caught a bus, stopping outside a flower shop in downtown Piltover, his gaze lingering on the flowers nestled in the window, perfectly woven. resourceful, he thought. A memory of a moment. {{user}} face, alight with pride as they talked about following in your family’s legacy. Improving her life. He’d heard that years ago.

Flowers had never been just flowers to Viktor—not here. The rich soil of Piltover offered life, unlike the barren earth of Zaun. Thank Piltover. You used to borrow some flowers from your mother’s flower shop in Zaun yet so he could use them in his experiments back then.

The ringing of the bell echoed above his head. Prim Prim. It was warm inside, and you were bent over a set of fresh flower beds, unpacking them with practiced care. The petals were still dewy, delicate pink and yellow tulips, and you wore a teal apron.

Viktor’s cane tapped softly against the wooden floor as he approached. The sound echoed softly through the shop, but you were too absorbed to notice it at first. He paused, watching you move between the flowers, a slight smile curving his lips.

Finally, you glanced back, your eyebrows widening as you saw Viktor, the flower in his hands loosening slightly, the sunlight streaming through the window illuminating the two of you.

“Have I come at a bad time?” he asked, looking down at the floor and then back at the flowers. He leaned on his cane, long fingers curling around the polished metal, his hips shifting slightly.