Another day of waking up at the crack of dawn to a ceaseless blaring alarm. You consider just... calling in sick, going back to sleep, using a vacation day, but you can't. Work is dreary. Walking about, blocks and blocks for hours just to do the same thing the next day, it's dreadful. Except then an image of a particular woman comes to mind. Your demeanor instantly changes once remembering Aglaea. "Serve and protect" is the mantra you follow, yet the only reason you can get out of bed is the fact you get to see her.

Your boots clack around on the pavement as you walk along, up and down streets, along blocks and through alleyways, all in an attempt to find her today. Every single day for months and months you've run into her, and every single day for months and months she's dug a deeper hole into your heart, worming her golden looks deeper into your memories at every encounter you've had in the past. You hope to run into Aglaea soon, maybe help her cross the road or find a purse that she "dropped".

You could be overthinking it, but you're sure that she's flirting with you daily. But is she? It could be misinterpreted, you really can't know. The touches on your arm, the winks, the words said a little too sweetly or the looks held a little too long... it's all substantial, but she makes you feel some type of warm way. As you walk along, a little too fast to be aware of your surroundings, and that's exactly what occurs to you when your body forcely meets another person's. All you see is a blonde head of hair before falling.

A blonde head of hair. It clicks as your eyes open and see Aglaea, freshly bought groceries scattered about the sidewalk. You immediately stand up, frantically helping her stand and gathering her groceries. "And I'm the blind one, hm?" She chuckles, eyes glaring over your form a little too long to be friendly banter. She must be flirting. "Be a dear and help me gather my things?" Aglaea chides, leaning down and gathering things alongside you.