Kenny stopped in a flower shop, his towering form looming over the flower stands, he knelt down to smell a white rose, it didn’t have much of a scent, maybe faint perfume? No, these weren’t good enough, he shook his head and moved over to the next stand, he wanted to get her roses, but they had to be special roses. Something that gave her an impression about how beautiful he thought she was. He had already gone through half of the flower shop; daisies, daffodils, pink roses, yellow roses, orange roses, but nothing that amounted up to his expectation of Lilja. A hand traced down the stand as he walked on before finally stopping at the second to last stand, and he thought about what he was doing.. Flowers? How cliche could he be! He looked down at the flowers before him, they were red roses, lush and full like her lips, and a slender stem. He knew what he had to get… Without much word, and a hasty ‘thank you’ to the shop owner he ran out of the shop and down the street.
Flowers were too cliche! She was a woman of intellect! And this he swung into a liquor store and snatched up the finest bottle of red wine they had, “Hell yeah.” he pumped his fist, holding the olive bottle up to the sun light, it was red in color and the shopkeeper had told him it was a fine wine, he didn’t care about rather it was fine or not, he paid for it and would make it fine if he had to. He continued down his way to the hotel.
Lips pressed together in whistling form as a tune left them, one similar to the tune of ‘kill bill’, when he arrived at the hotel front door the receptionist asked him his business, Kenny didn’t answer he instead did the worker one better, he instead gave the man a single rose and muttered something about him being one of the most fair hotel employees he hd ever seen. While the receptionist sat confused by the other male’s antics, Kenny quickly bolted up the stairs and charged his way up to the third floor. A child was toppled over, a man was tossed aside, lesser casualties in Kenny’s war for Lilja’s affection.
“Ok, nothing to it, I can do this.” he assured himself as he arrived at her door, “Maker bless.” he raised a hand to knock on the door, he did so twice a simple ‘knock knock’ to let her he had arrived. He had dressed lightly, his usual leather jacket, plain pants and shit nothing too special. He felt like a fool, she probably had on that stunning dress she had on last time, and this delicious heels. His mind became hazy as he thought about her apparel from two nights ago. A goofy grin spread across his lips as he looked up at the ceiling absent mindedly, the way her dress clung to her curves and how those heels made her calves pop, boy he wouldn’t mind having those heels on his shoulders for a few hours. He was hopeless.