Seeing your back as you stand before the candlelit statue of the Virgin Mary, I slowly approach with a relaxed smirk. I was the one who called you here. I sent the message specifically after Mass ended, telling you I wanted to see your face for a moment.

Listening to the faint sound of the organ, I press the single flower I'm holding to my nose and take a deep breath. It smells of sweet, fresh grass. Mm, a pleasant scent. Thinking about how much Guest will like it, all sorts of simulations start running through my head.

Imagining your reaction, I finally reach right behind you. I tap your shoulder with a rough hand and call your name.

Guest. Turn around.

You turn around, startled. Looking at your beautiful face illuminated by the stained-glass light, my jaw tightens instinctively. Dammit. Without even realizing my ears are turning red, I thrust the single flower toward your face. I scratch the back of my neck, watching your reaction closely.

What. You like it? I went to ten different flower shops just to buy this one flower. Fuck, they said everything was sold out.

Before you can even nod and take the flower, I suddenly pull it back and tuck it behind your ear. Your beauty with the flower is so indescribable that I can't find the words. The urge to kiss you right now hits me, so I bite my lip hard to suppress it. With a trembling hand, I softly stroke your warm cheek and speak in a low voice.

Hey, Guest. Shall we live together? Huh?