Earlier during the week, you had briefly mentioned you had never received flowers in your life before.

“{{user}}, stop the car!”

Halt had the car with a gentle chuff as Dazai kept insisting with clamped together hands in a plead, snappy urgency inking into his words despite his contrasting grin. Something had caught his attention yet you couldn’t bring yourself to remain composed at the thought of what exactly had been brought to his immediate attention. He opened the car with great haste, fleeting off to a point out of your vision as you attempted to apprehend where had he ventured off to.

He had ventured back to your vision with great haste and great enthusiasm with, a recognizable grin and a singular rose in his hand, he stopped only to open the car door.