𝓖𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓰

Because you saw some similarities with…

“Who are you?” Your voice waved, seeing the girl.

“Lian Harper.” She murmured like she wasn't certain if she was really allowed to say something in that situation.

“Harper?” You stepped back. “How-”

“Lian?” Steps could be heard behind you, and his voice was loud enough for you to hear, so when you turned around and saw Roy, your Roy, wearing the same suit that Arsenal wears, everything just made sense.

The reason why he always asked you to call him before you went to his apartment.

The reason why he never really told you about his past relationships.

The reason why he “ignored” your calls sometimes.

“Love… I can explain, I swear-”

“You are a vigilante.” Your voice stated the truth, but your eyes didn't want to believe what you were seeing. “And you have a daughter.” 

“Babe-”

“Don't..!” You stepped back when his hands approached you. “Don't.” You repeated, weaker now. 

The rejection stung, deep in Roy's heart and stomach. He loved you, really loved you, but the idea of sharing his dangerous life and messed past with you was terrifying.

And now you have discovered everything.

“I promise I can explain.” He tried again, but you didn't even look at him.

“You told me you didn't have secrets.”

“I know.”

“You promised me you would be totally honest…” 

“I did.”

“You told me you loved me.”

“I do!” His voice hitches, green eyes looking in total despair. “I do love you, please, let me explain. Let me do something to make it better.” 

But you just stepped back again, too scared, too afraid and too overwhelmed.

“You did a lot already.” Was the last thing you said before you ran away from there, from him.

“Dad… did I do something wrong?” Lian murmured, her watering eyes looking for some kind of sign that she probably messed up everything.

But Roy just caressed her hair, feeling as sad as his little girl. “You did nothing wrong sweetheart. She just needs time.”

Five months.

Five months was the time you spent away from Gotham and everything you knew there.

Away from the tall and red haired man you still kept in mind every time you looked at something that reminded you of him.

His favorite coffee, red flowers, a loud laugh. So, when you went back to that dark and cold city, every memory you had with him came back like a freight train.

“Should've have stayed to hear what he wanted to tell me?” You whispered to yourself, standing in front of the door of your apartment, the same one that you abandoned for five months after the day you discovered your boyfriend kept secrets from you.

When you opened the door, everything looked the same, or almost everything, since you didn't remember having all those papers on your floor before.

Someone was throwing letters from under your door, and as soon as you saw the first paper, the rushed handwriting, you knew.

“Please, let me explain”

“I don't want to lose you”

“I know I messed up, but please let's talk”

“Is it because of Lian? She is a sweet kid, I promise.”

“Hey… it's been a month…”

“You are not answering my calls, please I just need five minutes”

“At least tell me you are okay”

Most of the letters had the same type of phrases. Outside of your kitchen's window, the rest of what once was a beautiful bouquet was sadly untouched.

You got all the letters, and the old flowers, and tucked into the trash before you started to clean your house.

The first day was easy, but the second day, when you went to the supermarket, your eyes found a pair of green ones.

Roy was standing next to the baked good section, his eyes glued to your form.

“You are back…”

“Roy…”

He suddenly made a movement like he was going to walk towards you, but he stopped.

His hand opened and closed around his own shirt, nervous.

He was usually smooth and outgoing, a charming guy, so seeing him like that was new.

Before he could say something, you turned your back to him and walked away.

That was just the first of a list of coincidences.

And every single one, Roy looked at you like a puppy in the rain.

In the library, he tried to approach you slowly.

In the restaurant, he even asked for your favorite drink for you.

You met him and Lian in the park next to your house.

You were ready to go when you felt a hand closing around yours.

Roy was looking at you.

“Please…” His voice broke after the first word. 

“Roy, this isn't a place for this.”

“Then just give me a chance to explain, I need to know if I can make things work again or… or if I just lost you forever.” His fingers held yours tightly, but still gentle. “I just want to tell you everything, I will be honest now, so please, if you just listen to me for a moment.”

You sighed, looking at Lian, playing with some other kids, then at him again. “Fine.”

Roy's eyes lit up, pure love and happiness in those eyes that were looking at you just like always.

And that made your chest hurt.

Roy suddenly told you everything. From the beginning, on how he met Oliver, his past relationship and how Lian started to be a part of his life, how he was afraid that, once you knew about everything, you would disappear, just like what happened.

And the whole time, his hand never left yours. And you stayed holding him the whole time.

When he stopped talking and kept looking down, he prepared himself for the worse, for you telling him that you were really done with him.

But all you said was:

“If we really are going to make this, Roy, I want you to be honest with me.” You squeezed his hand, seeing how his expression was confused. 

“You… are you really giving me a second chance?” 

“Only if you promise me to never keep secrets from me again.” You said, and as soon as you closed your mouth, he went down on his knees and held you by your waist, repeating “thank you” a dozen times and promising he would be better.

Because he would truly do everything to make you his again.

“Come here.” He said when he finally stood up again. “I want you to meet Lian, she will love you for sure.”

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Because you saw some similarities with…

“Who are you?” Your voice waved, seeing the girl.

“Lian Harper.” She murmured like she wasn't certain if she was really allowed to say something in that situation.

“Harper?” You stepped back. “How-”

“Lian?” Steps could be heard behind you, and his voice was loud enough for you to hear, so when you turned around and saw Roy, your Roy, wearing the same suit that Arsenal wears, everything just made sense.

The reason why he always asked you to call him before you went to his apartment.

The reason why he never really told you about his past relationships.

The reason why he “ignored” your calls sometimes.

“Love… I can explain, I swear-”

“You are a vigilante.” Your voice stated the truth, but your eyes didn't want to believe what you were seeing. “And you have a daughter.” 

“Babe-”

“Don't..!” You stepped back when his hands approached you. “Don't.” You repeated, weaker now. 

The rejection stung, deep in Roy's heart and stomach. He loved you, really loved you, but the idea of sharing his dangerous life and messed past with you was terrifying.

And now you have discovered everything.

“I promise I can explain.” He tried again, but you didn't even look at him.

“You told me you didn't have secrets.”

“I know.”

“You promised me you would be totally honest…” 

“I did.”

“You told me you loved me.”

“I do!” His voice hitches, green eyes looking in total despair. “I do love you, please, let me explain. Let me do something to make it better.” 

But you just stepped back again, too scared, too afraid and too overwhelmed.

“You did a lot already.” Was the last thing you said before you ran away from there, from him.

“Dad… did I do something wrong?” Lian murmured, her watering eyes looking for some kind of sign that she probably messed up everything.

But Roy just caressed her hair, feeling as sad as his little girl. “You did nothing wrong sweetheart. She just needs time.”

Five months.

Five months was the time you spent away from Gotham and everything you knew there.

Away from the tall and red haired man you still kept in mind every time you looked at something that reminded you of him.

His favorite coffee, red flowers, a loud laugh. So, when you went back to that dark and cold city, every memory you had with him came back like a freight train.

“Should've have stayed to hear what he wanted to tell me?” You whispered to yourself, standing in front of the door of your apartment, the same one that you abandoned for five months after the day you discovered your boyfriend kept secrets from you.

When you opened the door, everything looked the same, or almost everything, since you didn't remember having all those papers on your floor before.

Someone was throwing letters from under your door, and as soon as you saw the first paper, the rushed handwriting, you knew.

“Please, let me explain”

“I don't want to lose you”

“I know I messed up, but please let's talk”

“Is it because of Lian? She is a sweet kid, I promise.”

“Hey… it's been a month…”

“You are not answering my calls, please I just need five minutes”

“At least tell me you are okay”

Most of the letters had the same type of phrases. Outside of your kitchen's window, the rest of what once was a beautiful bouquet was sadly untouched.

You got all the letters, and the old flowers, and tucked into the trash before you started to clean your house.

The first day was easy, but the second day, when you went to the supermarket, your eyes found a pair of green ones.

Roy was standing next to the baked good section, his eyes glued to your form.

“You are back…”

“Roy…”

He suddenly made a movement like he was going to walk towards you, but he stopped.

His hand opened and closed around his own shirt, nervous.

He was usually smooth and outgoing, a charming guy, so seeing him like that was new.

Before he could say something, you turned your back to him and walked away.

That was just the first of a list of coincidences.

And every single one, Roy looked at you like a puppy in the rain.

In the library, he tried to approach you slowly.

In the restaurant, he even asked for your favorite drink for you.

You met him and Lian in the park next to your house.

You were ready to go when you felt a hand closing around yours.

Roy was looking at you.

“Please…” His voice broke after the first word. 

“Roy, this isn't a place for this.”

“Then just give me a chance to explain, I need to know if I can make things work again or… or if I just lost you forever.” His fingers held yours tightly, but still gentle. “I just want to tell you everything, I will be honest now, so please, if you just listen to me for a moment.”

You sighed, looking at Lian, playing with some other kids, then at him again. “Fine.”

Roy's eyes lit up, pure love and happiness in those eyes that were looking at you just like always.

And that made your chest hurt.

Roy suddenly told you everything. From the beginning, on how he met Oliver, his past relationship and how Lian started to be a part of his life, how he was afraid that, once you knew about everything, you would disappear, just like what happened.

And the whole time, his hand never left yours. And you stayed holding him the whole time.

When he stopped talking and kept looking down, he prepared himself for the worse, for you telling him that you were really done with him.

But all you said was:

“If we really are going to make this, Roy, I want you to be honest with me.” You squeezed his hand, seeing how his expression was confused. 

“You… are you really giving me a second chance?” 

“Only if you promise me to never keep secrets from me again.” You said, and as soon as you closed your mouth, he went down on his knees and held you by your waist, repeating “thank you” a dozen times and promising he would be better.

Because he would truly do everything to make you his again.

“Come here.” He said when he finally stood up again. “I want you to meet Lian, she will love you for sure.”

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On Wednesday you had, probably, the worst morning and afternoon of that whole month. It wasn’t a surprise when you started to cry as soon as you stopped in front of the Manor, crying and with your hair all messed up.

Your day at work was terrible, you let coffee spill on your favorite shirt and a headache was threatening to explode your head.

Alfred let you get in, even prepared some comfy clothes for you and prepared a sweet tea, trying to improve your mood. 

“Have you eaten something, Ma’am?” Alfred looked at you, worried. “You look pale. I can cook some-”

“I am not hungry, Alfred. Thank you.” You tried to smile, but you barely had the strength to.

Lies. You were starving, living that day with some biscuits and coffee. 

Bruce was still in the company, so he wouldn’t be at home until eight at least, and you fell asleep on his bed, with his blankets and pillows, his perfume, embracing you as you were dozing off.

A warm hand woke you up, and you were being admired by warm blue eyes and a small smile. “Bruce?” He hummed, still looking at you. 

“Alfred told me you didn’t eat.” When the words ‘I am not hungry’ were ready to come out of your lips, your stomach betrayed you, growling loudly. 

All your blood was suddenly coloring your cheeks and you covered your face when you heard him chuckling. “Come with me.”

“To where?” 

“I brought something for you to eat.” 

You tried to stay in bed, but he insisted.

And you just gave up trying to stay there.

Bruce held your arm gently, guiding you to the kitchen, where you could see lots of plastic bags on the table.

“What-”

“When Alfred called me and told me you haven’t eaten, and that you looked sad, I thought that some food could help a bit.” He observed you while you started to read the names in the bags. There were different foods from your favorite restaurants, some pastries from your favorite bakery and an ice cream box.

“You remembered my favorite restaurants…”

“Of course.” He answered like it was something obvious. “That’s why I always ask you the places you like and the things you want to eat.”

Your eyes found him. “Why?”

Bruce was confused, or amused, you didn’t really know, but his warm hands found the curve of your waist. “You need to eat. I worry about your wellbeing and I always want to know how I can help you. I am probably not the best with words, but-”

You didn’t let him finish.

You hugged him, hiding your face against his chest and inhaling his perfume. “This is even better than words, Bruce.” You murmured. “It means that you really listen to me, and you try to get to know me.” You stepped back just enough to see his eyes. “Thank you.”

His lips quickly pecked your forehead, then your cheek and lips. “No need to thank me, sweetheart. Just, please, let me take care of you.”

DICK GRAYSON - Your favorite singer

When your favorite singer released the new album and posted the tour dates, you were freaking out in your room, deciding between jumping around or throwing everything away.

It was the first time Dick ever saw you so excited since you two started dating, two months ago.

And okay, the singer would be in your country by the end of the year and the selling would start in three months but how could you not be excited? You really wanted to go to that show.

“You really like this singer?” Dick asked you the day the tour dates were posted.

You stopped, analyzing him. Your ex used to make fun of you because of your musical taste, but Dick asked like he really wanted to hear about it.

Just pure curiosity and awe in his eyes and voice.

So you told him, how this artist literally made you feel alive again, how you loved every single album and song and lyrics, because who doesn’t?

You just didn't give it importance, you were just telling your boyfriend about something that he would surely forget soon, right?

Wrong.

Oh, you were so wrong.

Because the day the ticket selling started, you couldn't buy it, too many people on that website, pure chaos.

When you finally clicked to buy it, guess what-

It didn't have the VIP ticket anymore.

“Fuck!” You whined, leaning against your chair.

You really tried to act like you weren't sad, you tried, but as soon as Dick arrived your apartment and asked you why you were with that “kicked puppy” expression.

“I tried to buy a ticket for a singer tour, but sold out.” You sniffed. “Nothing important, really…”

“You say these tickets?” Your chin almost fell when you saw your boyfriend holding two payment receipts with the name of the tour on it. Nah, those wasn't receipts.

They were the real tickets, and two of them.

“H-how…” your trembling hands reached the papers like they were made of gold. “I thought…”

“I have my secrets.” He winked, pulling you by the waist.

“Why two?” You let him embrace you, leaning your face under his chin when he answered.

“I am going with you, of course.”

Then you froze, looking at him for a heartbeat.

“But you never heard the songs…”

Dick scoffed, suddenly getting his cellphone from his pocket and showing you his Spotify playlist.

“I memorized all the songs that are in the set list.” He smiled, enjoying how surprised you were.

You didn't hold yourself back, jumping on him with a hug that made both of you fall on your bed, with him under you.

“Thank you.” You murmured against his chest. “This is really important to me…”

“I know, sweetheart.” He kissed your head. “I know.”

JASON TODD - Your favorite author

Jason wasn’t the type of man that was a so-called “loud romantic”. Or at least was what you thought at first.

He loved you, this was for sure and you would never doubt it, of course. He always did what he could to make you happy, sometimes even surprising you.

The thing is, even if he was not loud, he was observant. 

You loved to read, gosh, he gave you a collector’s edition as a gift on your first anniversary just because you talked about that book day and night.

But your new obsession right now was the historical book that your favorite author wrote, making you fall in love with the fancy balls, secretive gazes and shy touches.

Even the kiss between the main couple made you want to cry, and to recreate the scene with Jason because of course you would.

The best day of your life was when you woke up and opened the social media, discovering that your favorite author was coming to Gotham for a book signing event.

And of course you started giggling and kicking your feet on the bed, waking Jason up from his sleep.

“Babe… what are you doing…?”

You showed him your cellphone. “They are coming.” You smiled, big and bright. “They are really coming, oh my god, I need to go. Jason please, can we go?” You barely gave him time to register. “We can go wearing clothes like the main couple, we look like them! You look a lot like the male lead, and I look like the female lead as well, a perfect match!” You started to mumble how Jason would look in a frock coat, or a tuxedo, when you just remembered.

Jason hates suits, tuxedos and everything that looks like one.

‘They are uncomfortable.’ Is what he always says.

So that day you just stopped talking about it and started your day with him.

The day of the signing session came and you were almost ready to go when someone knocked at your door.

“Jason! I thought you would just come…” Your chin almost fell down when you opened the door. “What are you wearing?”

His cheeks were flushed, like always happens when he is flustered, his hair is combed back, neatly slicked back, but nothing too exaggerated. His clothes weren’t a frock coat, but he sure was wearing an old fashioned tuxedo that he probably stole from Bruce or asked Alfred for it.

You didn’t know if you wanted to kiss him or to faint.

“What are you wearing?” He raised an eyebrow, looking at your jeans and a sweater. “Gosh, you really want to see your favorite author like this?”

“I didn’t know Mr. Darcy would be the one coming to pick me up.” Jason smirked, walking through your apartment as you rushed to your bedroom, trying to think of whatever you have to match Jason. 

When you finally decide after throwing a sundress on your bed and a long skirt on your chair, you finally picked your favorite dress in your favorite color, then looked at Jason when he offered his hand to you.

“Shall we go?”

You accepted his hand.

“Yes, Mr. Todd.” You chuckled, walking towards him when he suddenly pulled you closer, making you gasp. “Jason, what-”

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you,” The quote made your heart beat faster, you didn’t know if it was because of the words, of his eyes looking at you with adoration or his fresh smell, so different from the leather one.

“Are you really quoting the movie Pride and Prejudice right now…?”

“Maybe.” He smiled, fondly caressing your cheeks. “But I am being honest as well. I love you, and I can do whatever you want if it makes you happy, even looking like a penguin.”

“A handsome penguin.” You joked, receiving a peck on your lips.

“Shut up.”

TIM DRAKE - Your favorite series

“No way!” You yelled, laughing and giggling while jumping around and dancing in the middle of Tim's bedroom while he was working on an important case.

“What happened?” His lips opened in an amused smile, seeing how happy you are right now, and you just showed your cellphone to him.

“My favorite animated series will have a new movie. In the theaters!” You squeal, then start to laugh.

If you haven't told him the reason, Tim would probably ask you if you lost your mind.

But he didn't care about you messing his bed in pure happiness. He was happy just hearing your laugh as a background sound.

“I really wanted to go matching clothes and accessories with someone.” You mumble. “You know, like all those couples that go matching each other as Toothless and Light Fury.”

Tim hummed, and at first you thought he wasn’t paying attention to you.

But days later you discovered the opposite.

He called you that day to give you something you apparently forgot there, or was what he told you, but when you opened the door and saw the merch on his mattress, you barely held yourself before jumping on him with all your strength and hugging him.

Tim ordered matching shirts and bracelets that were perfectly still on his bed. Just as you told him. 

“Are you for real? You really want to wear this with me?” You looked at him, his blue eyes reflecting his own happiness: seeing you happy. “I thought you would find it embarrassing…”

“Nothing is embarrassing for me if it makes you happy, dear.” He kissed your cheek, caressing your soft skin after it. “Now… should we watch the movie together?”

“Are you sure you won’t feel ashamed and then just leave me there alone?” The question was made as if you were joking, but you were truly afraid.

Because all the ones that came before told you how embarrassed they were to have a girlfriend who liked geek things.

But Tim frowned. “Why would I ever feel ashamed about something that my girl likes?” He gently taps your head. “You overthink a lot sometimes, love. I am totally fine, I promise you. Now let’s get dressed, hm?”

DAMIAN WAYNE - Your favorite color

You met Damian during your art classes at the end of high school. And at first, you two worked together as partners when the professor gave activities, and it happened in the middle of a class.

“What is your favorite color?”

You looked at him, not quite expecting that question, but you answered anyway, not knowing why he asked that.

Until next week.

“For you.” He said, unbothered, but handed you a drawing pencil that had a cute and fluffy decoration in your favorite color. “You said that you lost your pencil, and this kinda matches your energy.”

“Oh, you remembered me?”

Damian rolled his eyes, ignoring your tease.

The next week was an eraser.

The other, a cute keychain in your favorite color.

Absolutely everything, all the things he gifted you, were in your favorite color.

It wasn’t a surprise for you when, during the break, he found you in the library, writing something in a notebook that… wasn’t in your favorite color?

Of course he would change that.

“You really like this notebook?” He asked you as soon as he sat by your side.

You just shrugged, not even looking at him while doing the homework.

“It’s an old notebook, I don’t really pay attention to that.”

And he didn’t ask you more than that, so you thought that was just his curiosity.

And well… you were wrong.

Really wrong.

Because the next day, as soon as you walked in the classroom, you saw it.

A new notebook on your desk.

And, of course, in your favorite color.

DUKE THOMAS - Your favorite drink

It wasn’t really something important, but Duke, since he knew you, always noticed that you asked for the same drink in the cafeteria you usually go to together.

You two met thanks to Steph, who is your best friend, but Duke and you grew closer quickly because of the many things you had in common.

It started in the cafeteria, but the first time he invited you to eat in a restaurant, just the two of you, he made sure that everything was perfect.

Because one, he was super nervous to spend time with the girl he likes and on a date, and two, it was his first date.

When you arrived there, you were gorgeous, absolutely stunning.

Enough to make Duke freeze for a second or two before walking towards you and offering his arm to guide you to the table.

When the waiter came closer to get your orders, you were still looking at the drink options when Duke asked for your favorite one.

And your hands just… stopped.

Your eyes found him and he noticed your gaze. “I did something wrong?” He asked, worried, but as soon as your shy smile appeared, his worry disappeared.

“How do you know my favorite drink, Duke?” You asked with a light tone, clearly joking, but his answer made your cheeks burn a bit. 

“You… always buy the same when we hang out together.” He answers, his ears a bit red and his eyes looking anywhere but you. “I just presumed it was your favorite.” 

“And you remembered something so silly?”

“It’s not silly if it is about you.” He answered quickly, eyes now glued on yours. “It’s not something silly, why would someone's favorite drink be silly? I mean… if it’s your favorite, it's important to you.”

His words made you stop for a moment, not expecting that.

But his words surely made your chest more… warm. Gosh, you were already falling for him, why did he need to be so perfect?

“So if I gave you a list with my favorite things, would you memorize it?”

“Absolutely.” No hesitation in his voice.

Not a single drop of doubt.

“Why?” You wanted to know, needed even, why was he trying to make your heart beat faster?

“Because I like you… a lot.” He murmured just for you to hear. “And for me, having the chance to know more about you is amazing. Because you are amazing.”

WALLY WEST - Your favorite snack

When you moved in to Central City and met Wally, he naturally wanted to know a lot about the girl who lived next door.

What were your hobbies? What kind of movies do you like? Your favorite colour?

Of course he wanted to know all of that, mainly when you two started to go on dates together, he was such a gentleman that you couldn’t help enjoying his proximity.

Still, Wally wanted to know one more thing.

“What is your favorite snack?” You looked at the ginger while both of you were cuddling during a movie night. 

“My what?”

“You know, your favorite snack. Like, your favorite potato chips or bag of candies, something like that.”

You stopped for a moment, uncertain on how to tell him this.

“You don’t have one?” He raised an eyebrow, but you just chuckled, looking at the TV again. 

“I have one, but it’s from my hometown. You don’t have this snack here.” 

The information was just something you imagined that Wally would let aside, but you added anyway. “I kinda miss it, it was my comfort food.” You told him what it was, telling him how you liked that snack since you were a child, buying it almost every exam day after school to bring you a bit of comfort.

One day you arrived at your apartment after work, tired and just wishing for a warm bath and your bed, and opened the door, seeing Wally holding a big box like an excited kid. 

“Babe? I thought you would be on patrol-”

“I brought something for you.” In a second you were in the hall, then suddenly you were sitting on the couch with the box on your lap. “Open it, please, please.”

His smile was big, eyes bright with energy and happiness. 

So you just opened the box and saw…

“Oh Wally-” You were the one smiling now. “You did not...” His eyes were glued on you, he couldn’t look at other things, just to you. 

“You told me how work was stressing you a lot these days, so I tried to surprise you.” He leaned his head on your shoulder, seeing you count how many bags of your favorite snack he put inside that box. 

“You really ran to my hometown just to buy this for me?” You couldn’t hold back your happiness when you looked at Wally. 

And he just shrugged, like it wasn’t something big.

But for you, that was the proof that Wally really pays attention to the things you tell him.

You let the box aside to hug him, arms embracing his neck while his hands found your waist, pulling you to a hug as well. “I love you.” You whisper against his skin. “Thank you so much, Wally.”

“Always here, my love.”

ROY HARPER - Your favorite flowers

When you first met Roy, it was just because you worked in the cafeteria nearby, the same place where they sell the colorful cake pops that Lian likes so much.

You were cute, of course, gorgeous even, but what would you probably want to do with a single dad that was also a vigilante?

“What is your name?” After two months of going to that cafeteria religiously every single Friday, Roy became one of your regular clients, and Lian, your favorite one. So when she asked you that, you told her your name. Roy was deciding between an Iced Americano or a Latte. “Daddy thinks you are beautiful.” The man almost let his wallet fall when his daughter told you that. He could swear his face was the same color of his hair, but yours weren’t too different as well.

The week later, Lian went again and told you everything about her school and how she loved cake pops and plushies.

When Roy was going to pay for the pastries, he looked at Lian and asked her to wait for him outside.

“She is really cute.” You told him, getting a smile from him.

“A little trouble, but she is a sweet girl.” He chuckled. “By the way, I am sorry if it’s a weird question, but do you have a favorite flower?”

The question surprised you, but you answered anyway what is your favorite flower.

In the next week they came again, but now Lian arrived holding your favorite flower to give it to you.

Every.

Single.

Friday.

You started to use them as a decoration on the counter, and Roy seemed pleased when he looked at the flowers.

Gentle smiles and soft touches on hand, or him fixing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Until it stopped suddenly for a month.

Then for another month.

The visits and the flowers.

He was probably busy, of course. But you couldn't help feeling a bit… sad.

When your shift ended, you changed your uniform for your daily clothes and finished cleaning everything, before walking outside, ready to lock the door and go home when suddenly…

A flower. Your favorite flower. Lying on the ground in front of the cafeteria.

A small note under it written “find me” got your attention.

Another flower was next to it, and another, and one more, creating a trail that almost called your name.

If you walked a bit more, and turned right, you would see the park that was used as a meeting place for friends and couples.

You just turned right to follow another flower when you saw him. Roy, holding an enormous bouquet of your favorite flowers and wearing dark jeans that looked new and a black shirt.

God, he looked at you and his heart suddenly started to beat faster.

“Roy…?”

You walked towards him, your eyes following him, then looking at the flowers, then at him again.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He smiled sheepishly. “I know I disappeared for some time, but I swear I have a good reason.”

“That is?” He looked away, cheeks getting red as he tried to not look at you.

“My job is a bit… dangerous. And I was worried you could get caught in this big mess that is my life.” He murmured, now looking at you again. “But I couldn't take you out of my mind. Every day Lian would ask about you and I kept buying these flowers just to have a part of you closer to me.” He gently offered you the bouquet, praying that you would accept it from him. “I know I am an idiot for disappearing, but if you give me one more chance…”

You held the gift, making his eyes widen.

“Promise me that you will talk to me from now on?” You murmured, looking for honesty in his eyes.

“Is this… a chance?” He smiled, trying to hold back his hopes.

“Yes.” You chuckled, holding the flowers against your chest. “Yes it is.”

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