Kohana entered the restaurant, eyes flicking down to the card in his hand. His dear shadowy friend had been so insistent that he attended this date, and Tzillah asked so little of him, so… here he was. Blind dates normally weren’t his scene, but he’d give it his best go. A bouquet laid cradled in the crook of his arms; hellebore for optimism, nigella for exploration and new experiences, heliconia for curiosity, and daffodils for new beginnings. ...
