" Y/n did you hear the news? "

   " No, what happened? "

   " A guy was found in his home this morning dead. They say it was murder. " 

   " Really? "

   " Yeah, look. "

Luz handed you the article and what she told you was true. In the article, it said that a man named Sal was found dead in his bathroom. Multiple stab wounds were found on his body and his left ankle was broken. He was found nude in the shower with his body leaning against the wall. The police weren't able to find fingerprints or any evidence to find the murderer.

   ' Wasn't there a guy named Sal with my sister at the flower shop? '

You gave the article back to Luz and continued on with your work. You didn't have much left to finish. You only had two paragraphs left to type and your report would be done for the week. You were allowed the rest of the week off for your sister's wedding. You decided that once you were finished you would go home and call your sister to ask if the wedding was still on. 

   " Y/n you have flowers for you. " Mrs. Shim said walking towards you. 

Mrs. Shim set a vase of pretty red camellias along with a card. Mrs. Shim set the vase on my desk with the card beside it. You turned to my computer and researched what the meaning was behind red camellia flowers. All you could see on the internet was that the flowers meant ' You're a flame in my heart '. You picked up the card and started to read it.

Dear, Y/n,

I starve for your heart, like a silver star trapped in the sea yearning to reach the sky. As I swear infinitely, my Y/n joined, joined, to never abandon our connection together, I offer you, my love, infinitely. Always through Heaven into the future. I gaze upon your scarlet E/c eyes, for we are bound, connected, to never entangle and I swear we will be one love through space and time. No other swine shall gaze upon my sweet flower.

I promise.

From, your secret admirer

There was a small flower in the card. I couldn't recognize the flower but it did look a little familiar. I grabbed the newspaper from Luz's hands and looked back at the picture of the apartment Sal lived in. They put a picture in the newspaper of his apartment. I looked towards a vase that was in the apartment and saw the same flower sitting in the vase.

   ' Oh my God. That's the same flower that was in the card. '

A cold feeling was sent through your body. The dots in your brain connected in an instant and you knew the significance of the flower he had sent you. Your secret admirer was a murderer and he killed Sal. You didn't know if you should take it to the police station or not. The last time you went there for someone breaking into your home they didn't do anything but say ' we'll watch around your neighborhood more. '

   ' It's worth a shot. I'm going to finish up my report and leave. '

You did as you said and finished your report. You turned it in and grabbed your stuff, heading towards the elevator. The flowers and the card were in your hand ready to turn into the police. You went straight to the police station and waited for someone to let you see the chief. Eventually, a woman about your height called for you t see him. 

You stood up and followed the petite woman back to the chief's office. She opened the door and when you stepped inside you saw the chief sitting at his desk eating a strawberry donut. He wasn't big-boned like what TV shows portray. No, this chief was fit and had no ounce of fat on him. All he had was muscle. 

   " How can I help you Y/n? "

   " I wanted to show you this. "

You set the card on the desk and slid it over to him. He opened the card and you watched his face to see his expression. His stoic expression never changed while he read that card. He picked up the flower and set it back in the card. He slid the card back over to you.

   " I'm afraid you've confused me. Why are you showing me a love letter with a flower in it? "

   " If you look in the newspaper in the article about Sal you'll see a picture of his apartment. In the picture, you can see this same flower in a vase. Look. "

You grabbed the newspaper that was on the side of his desk and sat it in front of him. You pointed to the flowers in the picture and the chief's eyes found the vase. 

   " What I'm saying is that the person sending me these messages is the killer. "

   " That is a very big accusation. This flower isn't enough proof I'm afraid to do anything. "

   " What? "

   " Please understand, this is just a flower. So what Sal had this in his apartment? A lot of people could like this flower and put it in the card to show what his personality is like. This flower isn't proof of anything. "

You sat there and listened to what he said about proof. From then on you knew that the police weren't going to help you. You left the police station and started walking to the flower shop. It didn't take you long to get there with the pace you were walking. You entered the flower shop and saw Malcolm putting new flowers in the aisles.

   " Malcolm I need to see your list of orders. "

   " Why? "

   " Because the person who sent me flowers is a murderer. "

   " What? "

Malcolm straightened his posture and his gaze was focused on you.  You grabbed his arm and started walking to the counter at the back of the store. Malcolm felt sparks when your skin touched his. It felt like it was the fourth of July to him. You set the card on the counter and opened it. 

   " Look, this flower is the same as the flowers in the vase in Sal's apartment. Do you have a newspaper anywhere? "

  " No, I'm afraid I don't. "

   " Malcolm, please. I have proof this time, and I need to see the order forms. "

   " Then what? Have you gone to the police yet? "

   " Well, I have but they won't help me. They don't believe me. "

   " Well, I have to agree with them. Y/n, anyone could have these flowers in their home. Just because your admirer sends you one in a card doesn't mean they're a murderer. What are you going to do when you see the name of the person who sent you the flowers? You can't take them to the police, you know that. "

   " I...I just want to confront them. "

   " Then what are you going to do? If this guy is a murderer you just confronted someone who could kill you in seconds. "

You thought about it a little more and realized Malcolm was right. You still couldn't shake the feeling that you were right and the person sending you flowers was dangerous. Malcolm noticed your still worried face and grabbed a flower, it was a sunflower. He placed it in the usual spot behind your ear. 

   " You're thinking too much about it. Just relax. Do you want to come and stay at my place again? "

   " No, I'm fine. Thank you. "

   " So, you're staying at your place again? "

   " No, I'm going to stay at a friend's place. I'm not comfortable with staying at my own home yet. "

   " What friend? "

   " Just a friend who lives here in the city. "

   " Oh, I hope you have a good rest of the day. "

   " Thanks. I'll see you at the wedding right? My sister wants you to come and arrange the flowers around the venue. She said you can stay for the wedding if you want. "

   "  I'll be there. "

   " Alright, see you then. "

You walked out of the store and started heading to the park. Not worrying about the eyes that were following you as you walked.