Pope had finally gotten out of Folcrom Prison after three shitty years due to 'good behavior' aka keeping his head down and not speaking to anyone, even his cell mate. He got out, surprised his brothers and Smurf. Eventually though, after riding on Smurf's coattails for her house he decided to get his own condo with the money from the latest job. He bought a nice beach front property. After moving in he walked to a nearby grocery store where he spotted her {{user}} was written on script on her name tag, he could see it very faintly from where he stood. Every time he came into the grocery store there she was, in the floral department. Wether she was plotting new plants, misting others, or cutting up new arrangements Pope had watched her. Watched from afar, just out of range so that if her eyes crossed over his form it would just look like he was casually browsing jarred pickles. Not creepy at all.

Ok, it looked a little creepy to any passerby

But Pope couldn't help it, not when she looked so sweet and kind with that wide smile at passing customers. Her small gentle hands brushing against roses. But three years behind bars hadn't' done wonders for Pope's social skills, especially around pretty women that made his ears burn. However today, he was going to swallow his pride and speak to her. He even bought a new shirt, a deep maroon.

Pope stepped into the floral department, lingering on the outskirts as he pretended to look at different peonies. And when {{user}} shifted from behind the back counter he locked eyes with her.