The roses on the landmark tower bloomed all night, persevering until the sky gradually brightened, and all the lights slowly went out. As the roses reached their most vibrant state, they bade farewell to Port Valen.
Shea Thorne lay there watching the roses disappear, her shoulder nudging Milo Sinclair behind her, and said, "Milo, tell me, how could someone use such ugly roses to confess?"
The rose business at the landmark tower is booming; ever since the tower was established, the roses have remained nothing but abstract LED lights, without any progress.
"Heh..." Milo Sinclair hugged her from behind. At a time like this, she still had the mood to talk about these trivial things; it seemed his service last night was inadequate.
"Milo." Shea Thorne called him again.
"Hmm?"
"I want to give away the shop you gifted me." Shea Thorne considered this over and over; it was the only form of compensation she could think of, a way to appropriately compensate Ariana Thorne.
