Doyle POV - Never Enough Time

'The roses for your toiletries should be ready in about a month. The time is taken into consideration with the process of processing and shipment, please try to understand.' The attendant said as she gathers the roses we both had selected together.

"That's alright, no problems here. Your suggestions have been helpful and we appreciate it." I flashed a slight grin before turning my gaze towards Len who tenses up as I wrapped an arm around his waist. My smile faltered upon seeing his eyes widen at the sight of my face.

... Hmm? What's this expression supposed to mean?

"Le—" I leaned over to ask him when he suddenly presses his palms against my mouth with a cute pout on his lips.

"Thank you for your service, we'll await it with patience." Len nods before hugging my arm and pulling me away from the small counter behind a wall of roses dedicated to staff members of the garden.