✶⋆.˚Alejandro Vargas✶⋆.˚

The rose garden on the territory of a small church was the main attraction in your small town.
You were watching the garden, having settled in the church by someone like a gardener. You worked there out of the kindness of your heart, the salary was purely symbolic, you just liked to take care of the roses.
From the very first day you appeared in the garden, the local priest Alejandro began to establish friendly relations with you. Almost every day he brought you various goodies, fearing that you were sitting in the garden hungry and working without a break for lunch. It was a pleasure to communicate with a man.
It was evening, the breeze was blowing pleasantly today. Priest came out of the church into the garden, passing among the roses and trying to find you with his eyes.
Suddenly he heard a sharp curse from behind a bush, and then he saw you. You pricked your finger on the spikes.
—Did you hurt yourself badly? -эhe taking your hand in his, gently pressing a finger to his lips.