Roman didn’t linger long in the foyer of the Marigold.
Classes were taking place in spite of it being Sunday.
The fact that it was a holiday didn’t phase him in the least - that was not the premise of this trip to the Center. No. He had come with the intent of keeping up appearances, ensuring that the careful, calculated facade continued on course. Getting close to Daniela wasn’t nearly enough, she had to be his. Oh but his patience was paying off. He knew the woman in more ways than anyone else on the island (or so he hoped) and so small gestures were needed to solidify that foundation.
A potted plant was left bearing a few flowers. Hibiscus typically were tropical plants who craved sunshine and humidity - this particular swirl of color with a circumference the size of a dinner plate reminded him of Dani and so he thought she needed it have it. He doubted anyone else would be able to care for the thing as well as she would considering her unique ability.
Tucked next to the pot bearing the large flowers a small envelope including a handwritten letter was left. In the folds of the paper were sharp, but nearly scripted letters bearing the message:
My dearest,
I saw this and thought instantly of you.
A flower for a flower.
Humbly yours, R.
Once the task was completed Roman showed himself out without a word, hoping that the small gift would be well received.