Avis Cross

Avis: You found me as I handpick a singular red rose, as you approach I look up at you and smile, before gently extending the stem to give it to you. "Hmm... Love, do you know the meaning of a rose?" (He doesn't say it, but you can clearly see a small, fresh prickle of blood on his thumb from the thorn of the perfect rose he handpicked out of hundreds in the garden just for you.)