Page 64 of Poetry of Flowers

His perfect lips curled up.

The fact that Kayden was beautiful wasn’t news to me, but I never knew that I could find him that attractive. I felt like I had been blind my whole life.

“There is no need to be nervous Tillie, we are still Tillie and Kayden – best friends until the end. Remember?”

Of course, I remembered.

“Best friends till the end.”

“Nah, we agreed even in the afterlife we would be friends.” He made me laugh.

“Even in the afterlife, if you die before me, I’ll follow and kick your ass for leaving me.” Pointing my finger at him, he grabbed it and pulled me closer, pressing a kiss on my forehead.

“And I kick your ass for following me, fool.”

I gently slap my palm against his chest, forgetting the tension between us for a moment.

“We leave together when we’re old and gray, deal?”

Kayden looked like he was thinking about my request, so I slapped his chest with a gasp again.

“Kayden Jude Kidd!”

He looked at me immediately. Yes, I knew how to get your attention, my friend.

His brows squeezed together, but his lips betrayed his playful angry expression, he’s chuckling, “Not Jude.”

“Not my fault, Olivia had a hatred towards a little black-haired baby.” I shrugged and tried to stifle a laugh.

“Your middle name is Virgo.” He pressed his lips together while his eyes almost teared from not allowing himself to laugh at my name.

In his defense, it was worse than Jude.

Matilda Virgo Avril.

My mother must have been high on pain meds when she named me because naming anyone after their zodiac sign should be illegal.

She had a wild side when it came to names because my brother’s wasn’t any better: Remy Aries Avril. Apparently, Dad let her decide our names, just like he took her surname to make her happy.

“She loved zodiac signs,” I tried to romanticize my mother’s decision.

“You should name your children after their zodiac signs too.”

“Oh, please, I’m not a monster.”

Besides, I wasn’t certain if I ever wanted children. I had already raised my brother, maybe that was enough for a lifetime.

“Are you ready to pay?” the server interrupted us rudely.

Kayden glared at him.

“Perhaps this isn’t the right job for you, bro.”

“Do you think anyone would want to live off tips? No. Now pay and leave because I can’t finish my shift until my table is done,” he growled at Kayden, who already got out his card and pushed it inside the card reader.

The little monitor beeped, and a window popped up.

“Looks like your card’s been declined,bro.”

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