Santiago patiently stood in front of the counter, watching as the florist got his flower arrangement...arranged. Was he a flower guy? Not really. However, he was a {{user}} guy. The cute little florist was totally the opposite of him. Sure, he had to wait a week for his black flowers to arrive, but as soon as he saw the flower truck, he rushed over.

"I...uh. I'm not rushing you, or anything." He assured them, his voice gruff.