#♡ jer’s lavender lullabies; jeremiahofphilo

[yvonnesrespite]

Hey, can you help me get to a doctor? My heart keeps skipping a beat when I’m with you.

We’re playing this game, huh? Don’t cry to me if you lose, pollinator.

Now, since you call me your favourite flower, can I get another taste of your personal fertiliser?

[yvonnesrespite]

*She takes the business card and nods her head politely. Jeremiah’s kindness might have actually calmed down the beast within.* Sweet! I’ll send you a text and we can plan something.

*Her phone dings.*

Ah, I gotta get back to work soon. I’ll see you later, pollinator!

*Yvonne pauses as she realizes her shitty joke, and then clears her throat.* You didn’t hear that.

*Aaaand she walks out. Beeline to the exit. Girlbosses pick their battles and we duck and run from the brawl with embarrassment.*

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[yvonnesrespite]

"Hey there, Vonnie." Even after a hard day of his own work, and even after centuries of avoiding encounters with hospitals, he found it way too easy now to sit in the familiar hospital lobby to greet her at the end of her shift. "How's the most beautiful woman in Linkon?" He says, bobbing his head in greeting to kiss her forehead. He doesn't have to tell her, he knows she knows it, but it's worth it to see the expressions on the other hospital staff's faces.

"Let's get you home, I made food if you want it. Good work today."

Upon hearing the familiar voice of her boyfriend, Yvonne lifts her gaze to meet his. Her world in the workplace – even while she loves her job – fades to monochrome from time to time due to the redundancy of what to expect and her usual duties. Sometimes there’s wild cases and patients that she definitely won’t forget but hey, work is work and it eventually becomes a looped measure in the symphony of life.

“Despite knowing I’m damn beautiful, you still make me blush. The audacity!” She jests and stands on her toes to give him a soft peck on the lips. The couple’s little PDA always earned glances; some were kind and amused, some were undisturbed, and some were disgusted or annoyed. They didn’t care much though. At least, Yvonne didn’t. It’s just her and Jeremiah when they’re together. His presence is her reprieve from her work life.

There was also the one time where some guy did give them shit for literally just sharing a short kiss in public, to which Yvonne responded by looking the guy dead in the eyes and saying, “Yeah, you wish you could pull like this.”

Don’t mess with Yvonne or the ones she loves. You won’t get physically hurt, but you’ll be dragged emotionally. Girlbossed to shame

Then Jeremiah mentions food. If Yvonne wasn’t lightening up earlier, she sure is now. “Food?” She echoes as she starts anticipating the delicious meal that he prepared at home. Oh, how he’s a catch and a keeper. Like a game of uh, baseball? Sports are confusing. Maybe it’s like the plague but not devastating. This is getting worse. Either way, Yvonne’s got a good man that she plans on keeping around for a while, so long as he wants to stay.

“Have I ever told you how much I am head over heels in love with you? Because like, seriously Jerm, you keep winning me over every day, every minute, every second, with all the cute things you do. Literally,”  she pauses and gently brushes a stray curl from his face and says, “you’re like, an eleven out of ten.”

She’s also praying he doesn’t notice the bandage on her finger that she put on at the end of her shift. No need to bring that up. Hahaaaaa-

[yvonnesrespite]

👚 + If I gave you my heart, would you wear it on your sleeve?

Ah but I guess you'd look cute in my sweater too.

Yvonne takes a moment to wonder what decisions that she’s made in her life that have led her here, to this very moment. She merely concludes that she was just living her best hot girl life. Duh. This is obviously a reward or a gift since it’s only fitting.

Being the smartass she is, she replies, “How would you breathe? You’d hit the floor if I wore your heart on my sleeve.”

You chose this, Jerminator.

Then, our local girlboss nurse opens the door to her room. There’s a few of Jeremiah’s sweaters here and there, scattered about the cute pink decor. Was she guilty of stealing his sweaters? Absolutely. That’s his problem though.

“Which one specifically?” She asks, referring to what sweater of his he wants her to wear.

[yvonnesrespite]

https://open.spotify.com/track/2REV45xgTkmZnixZyQdeCj?si=DqEgjJX6QdGuBMk2TZbc6Q&pi=u-2ISOwTpNQfa3

Don't mind me. Just thinking about you. I'll stop sending stuff randomly if you want. I hope you can rest well, Yvonne.

Ah ah ah, watch it there, Jerm worm. I didn’t say to stop now, did I?

Have this in return. You’re on my mind a lot too, especially when I heard this for the first time. Not to get sappy, but even if one of us needs some time or space, I know we’ll come back to each other.

I mean, how could you miss out on all this? You’d have to be blind.

This moment, the next, this life and the next one; you can’t get rid of me completely. You’re on my mind as much as I’m on yours.

Ugh, that was sappy. Publicly too. I’m getting an ice coffee to sip on while I brood at the front desk again.

[yvonnesrespite]

💚🩹

Hey Jerm, what if we ruin it all, And we love like fools?

[yvonnesrespite]

It's a few hours later but Jeremiah has it coded quickly. It's a landing page with the flower language for Yvonne's jealousy bouquet. There's a space at the bottom she can enter some "choice words" too. He sends her the link. [->Yvonne (nurse): Hey, check the link out. Forward it to him and tell him it goes with the bouquet. Or tell him not to check the link and maybe his new girl will get it instead. Or...I have a ways to get her email. Maybe we email it to her directly instead? What's your call?]

Yvonne is looking at the notification from her phone. She just got home and finished taking a shower. Clean from the filth of her wrath. Sort of. It still bubbles within. She taps the link and then pauses in her tracks. Maybe it’s a bit far, right? Nah. Yvonne is a decent person, and the decision she’s about to make will surely reflect that.

[➺Jerm (Pollinator): Gonna be honest; I blocked the guy LOL. But we should give the new girl a warning. I don’t think I was the first that he tricked, and I fear I won’t be the last. We don’t want the poor girl to be the next. The hospital can only do so much to repair a broken heart, let alone the scars that leaves behind.

➺ Jerm (Pollinator): And thanks for having my back and all. You didn’t have to go this far but like, I’m not stopping you. This is fun.]

[yvonnesrespite]

[->Yvonne (Akso): Hey, this is Jeremiah from Philo. Just checking in! How did things go with the bouquet?]

➺ ✾ Jerm: Hey Jerm! I think they went pretty well. He sent me a text and said he’d give the flowers to his next date today. Maybe to make me jealous? Should I even tell him?

[yvonnesrespite]

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Physical Appearance: Fair skin, hazel/amber eyes, chestnut coloured hair with a side-swept fringe in various styles, and my usual scrubs or y2k fashion.

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[yvonnesrespite]

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with being old fashioned!” Yvonne jokingly defends the compliment she so kindly gave to Jeremiah. Though she does pause for a couple seconds. There are certainly exceptions to old fashioned things being, well, cute. For example, “I hope you know I’m excluding recent but outdated trends, like those glittery gel shoes. Those were an abomination. And a health hazard.” Yvonne recalls the trend, feeling an echo of disgust towards it. But didn’t we all?

She takes the water bottle and thanks him. Not even a second later her attention is captivated by a flicker and flash of a bright yellow tone. First she assumes it’s a canary. It was, in fact, not. It turns out that the flowers that Jeremiah grows are incredibly vibrant and the striking hues could easily confuse someone at a glance. In the best of ways!

Half of his words were blurred to her ears because she was just slightly entranced by the striking arrangement of the flowers. She catches some bits and pieces and finally replies, “It’s quite interesting how the most beautiful flowers can represent the most petty feelings. I’m totally all for it.”

Then he asks where she met the guy she went on a date with. Ah…gauze balls. A subtle yet uncomfortable warmth paints her cheeks a light shade of pink as she looks down at the ground. If there’s no eye contact, there’s no embarrassment. We all know that’s a lie though.

“...I swiped right on him. Hear me out-”

Night shifts took their toll, eh?

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[yvonnesrespite]

Ugh. What a flirt. Do it again, no guts. Yvonne and Jeremiah’s dynamic was as easy as one, two, three. They’re an unlikely duo yet it’s the way that their ebbs balance each other's flows. It’s how his night sky is illuminated with her starry eyed gaze every time he lets out a signature chuckle of his. It’s also when the light reflects off of her sequin studded satire that he rushes in to throw a soft blanket over her shoulders, because he doesn’t always need Yvonne to be completely dazzling when she’s with him. Simple days, even as uneventful as a December day being snowed in at home, it reminds them of how worth it their relationship was. The love that came from their characteristic juxtapositions intertwining in such a sweet surrender to each other.

For their dull moments are not dull to them, but they’re a serene sanctuary for the two who were always ready to take up arms for the other and themselves.

Back to the present moment, Yvonne can only shake her head and laugh, handing him her bag. It’s not like she has a choice. Jeremiah is always so damn knightly and certainly won’t let her hear the end of it if she doesn’t allow for him to do something as menial as opening a door. Yet that’s the thing about love; It’s selfishly unselfish and a trusty compass even in the dark. No matter where it points, no matter where it spins, they have each other and that’s enough to keep them happy.

“You really do spoil me, Jerm.” Yvonne jests. The glimmer in her eyes, the shimmer of her lips, it’s that same stellar dazzle that perhaps is as close to bringing the stellar heavens down to this Earth as he’ll get.

“And it seems like I got a whole dairy farm to spoil me with the finest cheese.”

Another jest, but it’s all in good faith. Good faith, and good heart. His concern for her ailment only makes a bit of guilt dance in her heart. He already worries her enough with his tendency to get into nasty scraps with wanderers or mishandling certain plants. When the one who is doing most of the healing gets hurt, what then?

With a quieter tone, almost touched by shame itself, Yvonne mutters, “N-no, because you’d be killing some poor kid.”

Wait.

What?

“I tried to tell one of the younger patients in recovery to take it slow before getting back to his little tablet games, and the little rascal bit me in retaliation while I adjusted his blanket.”

Ah, kids.

"Hey there, Vonnie." Even after a hard day of his own work, and even after centuries of avoiding encounters with hospitals, he found it way too easy now to sit in the familiar hospital lobby to greet her at the end of her shift. "How's the most beautiful woman in Linkon?" He says, bobbing his head in greeting to kiss her forehead. He doesn't have to tell her, he knows she knows it, but it's worth it to see the expressions on the other hospital staff's faces.

"Let's get you home, I made food if you want it. Good work today."

Upon hearing the familiar voice of her boyfriend, Yvonne lifts her gaze to meet his. Her world in the workplace – even while she loves her job – fades to monochrome from time to time due to the redundancy of what to expect and her usual duties. Sometimes there’s wild cases and patients that she definitely won’t forget but hey, work is work and it eventually becomes a looped measure in the symphony of life.

“Despite knowing I’m damn beautiful, you still make me blush. The audacity!” She jests and stands on her toes to give him a soft peck on the lips. The couple’s little PDA always earned glances; some were kind and amused, some were undisturbed, and some were disgusted or annoyed. They didn’t care much though. At least, Yvonne didn’t. It’s just her and Jeremiah when they’re together. His presence is her reprieve from her work life.

There was also the one time where some guy did give them shit for literally just sharing a short kiss in public, to which Yvonne responded by looking the guy dead in the eyes and saying, “Yeah, you wish you could pull like this.”

Don’t mess with Yvonne or the ones she loves. You won’t get physically hurt, but you’ll be dragged emotionally. Girlbossed to shame

Then Jeremiah mentions food. If Yvonne wasn’t lightening up earlier, she sure is now. “Food?” She echoes as she starts anticipating the delicious meal that he prepared at home. Oh, how he’s a catch and a keeper. Like a game of uh, baseball? Sports are confusing. Maybe it’s like the plague but not devastating. This is getting worse. Either way, Yvonne’s got a good man that she plans on keeping around for a while, so long as he wants to stay.

“Have I ever told you how much I am head over heels in love with you? Because like, seriously Jerm, you keep winning me over every day, every minute, every second, with all the cute things you do. Literally,”  she pauses and gently brushes a stray curl from his face and says, “you’re like, an eleven out of ten.”

She’s also praying he doesn’t notice the bandage on her finger that she put on at the end of her shift. No need to bring that up. Hahaaaaa-

[yvonnesrespite]

*She feels her palms get clammy.* “I hope that the free re-arrangement is not uhm, actually. Know what? Floral or physical, go wild.”

*After giving the address to send the flowers to, Yvonne takes a second to think.* “Hey, I don’t have that many friends to go, well, ‘vintage’ or ‘old-style’ shopping with. Or window-shopping. My friends think the old flip phones and bedazzled look are hideous. Ugh.” *She realizes her rambling and laughs awkwardly.*

“If you’re not opposed, wanna tag along?”

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[yvonnesrespite]

Why is he SMILING at the thought of gel shoes? Eh, he’s a sweetheart so Yvonne won’t rip into him for being fond of the gel shoe trend. Even if he cringes internally at it, it’s still a fond emotion regarding the shoes of sweaty punishment. To each their own, yes? Though her lip slightly curls at the horrible news that Jeremiah gives her. “Oh. I guess the end times are upon us then. Time to turn my moments posts into a book before I kick the bucket from gel shoe clad kids.”

Before Yvonne can get into her dramatics, she’s once again mesmerized by how Jeremiah arranges the flowers and foliage. He’s got a good eye. Without taking her eyes off of the arrangement she replies, “Yeah…uh, thanks. I made an oath, you know, to do no harm. Physical at least.” The last part is added quietly.

“I think I’ll just not bother with dating apps and touch grass. Let things happen. Maybe I’m a bit old-fashioned that way aren’t I?” Yvonne jokes light-heartedly and walks over to the counter. Her elbow rests upon the surface while her chin is resting on her hand. Much like crows being drawn in by shiny objects, Yvonne is enjoying watching how Jeremiah moves the flowers around.

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[yvonnesrespite]

Well, I don’t have to ask for you to be gentle, since I know you take such good care of my tulips.

Hey, can you help me get to a doctor? My heart keeps skipping a beat when I’m with you.

We’re playing this game, huh? Don’t cry to me if you lose, pollinator.

Now, since you call me your favourite flower, can I get another taste of your personal fertiliser?

[yvonnesrespite]

After working as a nurse and studying medicine, Yvonne has picked up on quite a bit when it comes to body language and unspoken words. Not that she’s insanely good at it though! She’s just more observant and mindful. Was it the whole ‘nursing students are catty’ vibe? Hm. Calling him out on the awkward vibe for a moment wouldn’t be ideal. He gives off like, golden retriever energy.

Not ‘golden retriever that would break down a door and happily play fetch with you,’ but the softer kind. Playful but soft. Yvonne can’t scare the guy. He seems nice too! “Jeremiah huh? That’s the kind of name I’d expect for a Disney prince to have."

After hearing how he wanted to help stick it to the jerk that Yvonne went on a date with, she can’t help but laugh.

“A water would be nice, thanks. Also, I really don’t think florists get enough credit for their work. You’re healers of the heart and soul, y’know? I think that a broken leg would keep you from walking and getting out of bed just as much as a broken heart would.”

Ew. She’s being cheesy. More!!!

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."

[yvonnesrespite]

Just as Yvonne was feeling more and more upset, this kind young florist hands her a rose stem. That sure does quiet her down. Fast. The scarlet petals feel smooth yet have a velvety texture. Like a pillowcase that’s been well loved. The fresh scent fills her senses as she takes a sniff and it’s almost sedating.

“Yeah, uhm, thank you. Sorry for bursting in like that by the way.” Yvonne laughs a bit awkwardly. How unprofessional of her! Yet she’s only human right? It’s normal to experience the torrential ride of emotions if you have a heart and a mind. “Call me Yvonne, by the way. I work at Akso Hospital.”

Yvonne didn’t enjoy making bad impressions. Not really. She was well aware she came off as a bit intimidating or like some sort of fresh out of med school diva, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Walking into the flower shop with a look of pure, unadulterated rage on her face was none other than one of Akso's finest nurses (let her gloat, she needs it), Yvonne. Her lanyard swung wildly from her neck. She probably forgot to remove it in her rage.

SLAM.

She slaps down a rather generous tip and looks Jeremiah dead in the eyes. While the woman doesn't have an Evol, her gaze sure could burn holes into someone's skull if she tried hard enough. A bit of a contrast to her usually bubbly and respectful nature.

"I just worked a long, exhausting night shift, the bags under my eyes are designer, and I JUST found that this guy I went on a date with actually has a girlfriend. So..."

She slides the bill to Jeremiah.

"While I swore the hippocratic oath, that doesn't stop me from asking you to help me say a big, juicy, scathing 'fuck you' in flower. Whatever the cost, my wallet is ready."

(hE HAD IT COMING, HE HAD IT COMING, HE ONLY HAD HIMSELF TO BLAME)

Jeremiah perks up at the sudden aggressive entrance to the shop, half expecting an angry bride upset about some florals. A nurse in uniform isn't what he expects, especially not in the nature she's speaking.

He's struggling to maintain professionalism as she is speaking, mostly because he finds the outburst just a tinge hilarious, maybe even adorable. Still he feels bad. It's not the first time he's attended to broken hearts requesting such things.

"Ma'am, firstly, I'm sorry about that. I have a few things that may help. You've come to the right place."

He doesn't take the money, immediately and slides it back. "Let me grab some things, you can hold on to that for now."

For a few minutes he draws away to the back room, then returns with a few varied bouquets of flowers. Today's less urgent orders, maybe even the urgent ones, could wait. He lived for this stuff.

"If you don't mind waiting I have an idea. I can whip something up."

For now he pulled a rose stem from the bouquet he kept at the front desk for kids, hunters, elderly, and situations like this, and handed it to her. "On me."