He knew he'd have to answer to her. He cared in his way, and respected her. She was a friend, a trusted on at that, and he hoped that no matter their roles as senshi they could still remain friends. Personal ambitions aside.

Yet that was easier said than done.

He'd asked her to brunch at a tiny cafe down by the shopping district, making a show of just which table he'd reserved. The one in the indoor garden, laden with flowers that were kept in bloom year round. He wanted to be showy, because she'd been the one he'd been showy with for the years past. Shame had sent her roses. Friendship had kept them coming.

Now, he hoped flowers would help stem her anger and maybe smooth things over, if just a hair.

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