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When Leah returns home, there’s a trail of purple gut flora petals leading to the dining room where Ozzy was waiting. He’d ordered fancy takeout, since he wasn’t much of a cook, but he hoped it would be enough...There was also a case with purple roses on the dining room table. The cop was wearing a sharp black suit with a black bowtie and a blue carnation pinned to him. He knew she dressed fancy for a meeting tonight, so hopefully she wouldn’t wonder why he was all dressed up too. He tugs at his shirt collar, a bit of sweat trickling down his membrane. He could feel his nucleus racing in his chest.
This was it. Don’t screw this up, stretch.
When she steps in, he smiles his usual way in greeting, as though he weren’t all gussied up, the box with the ring in his pants pocket.
“Hey, baby! Thought I’d do somethin’ special fer ya t’night.”
