[Little by little, let my presence linger. <3]
Dragon held a sticky note delicately between his index and thumb, his eyes tracing the short message inscribed upon it. A subtle smile played on the corners of his lips, and his gaze softened as he read the words once more, eventually shifting to the vase gracing his desk.
"She wants to deliver it herself," Deborah spoke after a moment, her eyes studying Dragon's back, attempting to discern his reaction. "I can dispose of them if you're not fond of the idea. She'll never know."
Dragon, still engrossed in the message, ran his fingertips over the petals. "They're beautiful."
"Huh?" Deborah's eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his response. "They're what?"
He chose not to repeat himself, allowing his attention to linger on the flowers artfully arranged in the vase.
