#venedicium

Alright, this plan was golden. Nice had spent a good few hours working out the scenarios in his head, and it was basically fool-proofed. Pyrrha had been handing him job offer after job offer, and while he'd humored her at first and met the people it just never worked out. It had begun to get tiring and too much to deal with, to be honest,  but he couldn't just say that. It would be too rude.

So instead he thought up an alternative solution: flowers. He'd give his friend a bouquet, the best he could find, and on the little card would be, in his best handwriting, "Dearest Pyrrha, please stop trying to get me a job. xoxoxo Nice". Perfect. She'd definitely appreciate the gift and also get off his case, so it was a win-win for both of them. And it just so happened he knew the right girl for the job to supply him with the goods.

A sweet, petite blonde named Namine would be his saving grace. Any other place would be overpriced for the pretty ones, which Nice's wallet certainly couldn't handle even if he wanted to splurge, but his cute buddy would surely give him a mega discount! Sweeping into the shop with a grin on his face, the male practically announced his entrance.

Then he announced his entrance.

"Yo Namine! I'm here for some flowers, what's the biggest and prettiest you've got? Hmm... red would be nice if you can." Pyrrha wore red a lot and her hair was red. Definitely her favorite color.