His new apartment was looking… bland. He was definitely not gifted in decor, and wondered if maybe the place just needed a woman’s touch.

There was one item that he had managed to put up all by himself. A basic plant that sat on his window sill, which was supposed to be a gift for his mother but he’d ended up keeping for his own.

Reasons being because it reminded him of someone.

It was a mundane plant but the person who had sold it to him was anything but. Looking at it reminded him to hit said someone up.