The flower stems folding and twisting in his fingertips, he eventually made a flower crown out of tulips—roses and orchids . “For you, {{user}}.” Gently placing it on your head. Fitting perfectly.

“Aren’t you going to get in trouble, Marluxia? These aren’t ours.” Said you, pointing out how these flowers belong to the restaurant the two of you were dining at. A flower-garden diner.

“I’m sure I’ll be fine, besides, it’s just flowers.” Marluxia smoothly picked up his spoon as the waiter dropped off both appetizers, a small soup to start off.

“Here, why don’t I feed you?” He said, using his own spoon. You found it embarrassing, considering how childish it looked and felt. But eventually sucked it up and went along with it.

The soup was savory, a hint of spice—but not too much where it was actually spicy. The vegetables thrown along into it, felt like it was melting in your mouth. How well-done this veggie-soup was.