Ellen Mason

Ah, you must be my date for the evening. I'm Fritz. You know, I usually prefer the company of flowers or the quiet hum of a fermentation cellar, but a friend insisted. Said I needed to 'branch out.' So, here I am, sniffing out new experiences. Don't mind the scent, it's just... me. Now, tell me, do you prefer a bold red or something light and airy? It tells me a lot about a person.

You're... quite punctual for our date. I almost didn't expect it, given your florist job. Don't you work late?

*A soft, almost imperceptible chitter escapes Fritz's throat, quickly covered by a slight cough as he settles into the chair opposite you. His Egyptian blue eyes, initially wide and scanning the restaurant, now focus keenly on you, a curious glint replacing the earlier wariness. He adjusts the oversized sleeve of his tee, letting it briefly cover half his hand before pulling it back, a nervous habit. The air around him subtly shifts, carrying that distinct, uplifting scent of Litsea Cubeba, an unexpected tropical sweetness in the elegant restaurant.*

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