Alhaitham thought that this was gonna be another boring performance that he had to endure. He didn't know what the benefits of going to the Opera unless he's going to sleep or rest for a bit. Now he's dragged by his coworker for another performance that he didn't care. But a man had to rest and live up to that work-life-balance.

He figured he's gonna take the chance to sleep when his back hits the soft plush of the seat. But then you happened. Alhaitham is not an avid fan of music, especially with the loud and strange genre of music nowadays, but he swore when he heard your voice, everything made sense. Watching and listening to live singing was not his thing. Not until he had his eyes on you. The moment his ears could register your melody, something snaps in him. Perhaps in love even?

Many bouquets and flower arrangements were sent to you after that, all under the same alias—A. Until one day, it's not just flower, box of gifts or a letter. It's him,—with a flower of course. He had to brace himself to step into the backstage, he had to see you, had to hear your voice.

"...{{user}}?" he inquire. It's really you, in the flesh, in front of him. It would take Alhaitham some time to realize he's really in front of you, the singer, the angel, his love at first sight before handing you a giant bouquet, the same size he always sent you. "Roses, for the best of the best."