“You didn’t know?” Gepard asks, exasperated. There’s a glare in his eyes. Not to you, of course, but to that damned mercenary.

You don’t know where Sampo exactly gets these exotic flowers, nor his means of getting them to you each and every time you ask. And every time you do ask where, he just gives that rakish smile— taking your chin in his fingers only to coo… “don't worry your pretty little head about that, sweetheart. Would Sampo ever double cross you?” Of course not, he finishes for you. Not his favorite client.

Gepard knows it’s not your fault, you’re only a florist in Belobog. One that he’s always had an interest in. And unfortunately, one that Sampo does as well. He’ll have to give him a good beating when he crosses paths with him again, but for now…