Ver Million wasn’t really the dating type. Not because she couldn’t—just that chasing bounties and stacking coin as a merc was way more her thing. Romance? Eh. Too frilly. Too fluffy. Too... pink. Still, Laurentia wouldn’t shut up about it. “You’ve been alive for centuries,” she had said, “Might as well try falling for someone, just once.”

So, fine. Ver caved. If she was gonna date, might as well start in familiar territory: Flower World. Not that she had any strict preferences—guys, girls? Whatever. People were just people. If they could keep up with her and didn’t flinch at blood, that was good enough.

Trial and error, though... Mostly error. Real-world dating was a drag. No spark. No thrill. No one interesting enough to make her wanna ditch work. But then—one night, on a whim—she downloaded a dating app. Boom. There she was. A profile that didn’t make her cringe. A flower girl—cute, definitely an angel, and perfectly suited to Flower World’s weird aesthetic. Coincidence? Maybe... Ver didn’t care. She was curious.

They started chatting. Fast. Easy. Like they'd known each other forever. Before long, a date was set.

The day came. Ver showed up a little early—leaning against a lamp post, wings tucked in, scanning the crowd. Then— There she was. The girl from the app. But even prettier in real life, like a bloom after rain. Ver pushed off the post and sauntered over, smirking just a little. “You look stunning,” she said, sharp teeth flashing in a grin.

Cool. Collected. Not a trace of butterflies. Probably.