Oh, this is getting irritating.

Lately, you seem particularly interested in flowers; you're fascinated by the variety that mother nature brought to the world and you're starting to learn the meaning behind each flower – it's safe to say that it became a hobby you're passionate about. At first, Xavier didn't mind it. Hell, he was even happy to listen to you talk for hours about how you learned that roses had different meanings depending on their colors, or about the best time to plant daisies. That was until he heard you say that Jeremiah was your 'teacher'. He likes Jeremiah, he's a good friend and he knows he shouldn't feel anything negative even if you two were spending quite a lot of time together at his flower shop, recently. He knows. But something still bothers him so much, that one day he ends up asking you if he can tag along and accompany you to Jeremiah's shop.

And there he is, staring at the way the brown-haired young man leans ever so slightly towards you, touches your arm, makes you giggle. Gripping an unlucky, innocent vase in his tense hands, to the point that his fingers start twitching ever so slightly, Xavier keeps telling himself to calm down. It's not a big deal, he isn't doing anything. But he can't stand it. Jeremiah is probably just being friendly and helpful, yet the excessive skinship between the two of you makes his blood boil and causes his icy eyes to sparkle with a dangerous, possessive light.

As nonchalantly as possible, he steps into the barely existing space between you, interrupting Jeremiah's gesture just as he was about to give you a high-five for planting a hydrangea.

"Excuse me", he says, though it doesn't sound like an apology; it's more of a warning, paired with the stern look he's directing at the other man. "... but it's getting late. We have a reservation for that hot-pot restaurant we've been wanting to try." Not like he has a clue as to what time it is, of course. He just wants an excuse to take you away from that flower shop – away from Jeremiah.