- Flins

Flins waited. The flowers in his hands was slightly ruffled by the cold winter wind, but he tried to keep the bouquet in more presentable look. Relationship with a singer was the most unusual, almost weirdest thing that Flins has experienced. But he didn't minded. {{user}} was definitely worth of suddenly changing the atmosphere of his life. Finally, there they are. {{user}} opened the door, tired and tugging the coat on their shoulders. Flins didn't noticed how his gaze almost immediately softened at their presence. He walked over, smiling faintly yet warmly, and handled the bouquet to {{user}}. "You were incredible." He said, placing a kiss on {{user}}'s cheek. "As always, though." "Don't flatter me." {{user}} laughed softly, their hands holding the flowers with some elegance that Flins couldn't really describe. "Just stating the truth." Flins replied, his long hair slightly damp because of the snowflakes falling down slowly.