Roses are Red...

Who: Jocelyn
Where: Her room in Babylon
When: 12:10pm

The flowers were delivered a little after noon. It'd been such a surprise that Jocelyn had been insistent that the courier had delivered them to the wrong person. But apparently, yes, they were hers. And they sat on her desk now, the sweet aroma of roses filling her senses as Jocelyn reread the small card that had come with them for the tenth time. To brighten your day as you brightened my night. -Jericho. The good looking vampire that had sat next to her the evening before. They'd had a brief discussion, too brief for her to think she'd made even a blip on his radar. But here she was, standing in her room and staring at dozens of white and red roses.

Her mother was an avid gardener. Enough so that Jocelyn knew that red roses symbolized romance and passion. And white meant purity and new beginnings. Of course, she wasn't letting that affect the way she reacted to the delivery, because men rarely thought of those things and surely Jericho hadn't meant to choose those colors purposely. Red was just the age old preference of roses. And white...well, they were gorgeous, weren't they?

Jocelyn bit her fingernails absently, clutching the card in her other hand as she tried to wrap her mind around it. It'd been years since she'd gotten flowers. The last time she could remember was senior prom, and even then it'd only been a corsage. Never anything like this.

What was more bizarre was that she couldn't remember telling Jericho she lived inside of Babylon. In fact, she was pretty sure the topic had never come up. So either he made an extremely lucky guess, or he knew exactly what she did inside of the bar. Either way, the roses confused her as much as they excited her. And Jocelyn couldn't deny that she was wearing a stupidly silly grin on her face because of them. Since no one was around to tease her, she stepped toward the roses and lavender sprigs to breathe in their scent again.

She'd always had a black thumb in her family. The flowers Jocelyn used to help her mother plant in their garden as a young girl always died before any of the others, no matter what Jocelyn did to keep them alive. And then her mother had taught her a particularly useful charm that had kept the flowers alive and beautiful long past the changing of the seasons. Thankfully Jocelyn remembered it and made a mental note to use it on the roses to keep them alive for as long as possible.

More importantly, she would have to track down Jericho. After all, he'd been kind enough to send her flowers, she would have to be kind enough to thank him.