Hades is at your shop at six o'clock, waiting for you to open.

The hospital director smiles when he sees you. “Good morning, I’d like to buy a dozen bouquets of red roses.”

You sigh & cross your arms. You don’t want to be rude, but this is... “Are you going to hand them to me after you pay?”

Hades blushes, rubbing his nape. He’s been buying flowers & gifting them to you for weeks. “If you’ll accept them.”

His deep voice is bashful, but hopeful— his eyes are full of adoration & longing.