Raizen blinked.
Blinked again.
The girl standing in the doorway was unmistakably Enya. Same face. Same bright eyes. Same energy - even while carrying a box that looked like it weighed half as much as she did, there was something fundamentally alive about the way she moved. She crossed the threshold sideways, angling the box through the frame, and set it on the counter with a loud thud that rattled the tools beside it.
She looked up. Saw Raizen. Grinned. In that order.
"Oh! Hi!"
Raizen stared at her. His mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.
Enya. Here. In a flower shop. At eight in the morning. After breaking into his room in the middle of the night, force-feeding him bitter fruit and dragging him out a window.
He sighed. Long, slow, from somewhere deep in his chest.
He just couldn't get rid of her.
