Chapter 115 Chapter 115
“Can we go over there?” she asked and pointed to another street with lots of shops and colorful advertisements decorating their windows. They piqued her interest; she wanted to see them up close.
“Sure,” he replied and let himself be pulled along as they crossed the street and walked down the sidewalk so she could peer into the shop windows.
“Ohh, look. Do you see that?” she sputtered when her eyes fell on a flower shop selling many colorful bouquets. “So beautiful! Those are flowers, right?”
“Indeed,” he grinned. “I figured you would like them. If you pick one of those bouquets, I’m going to buy it for you.”
“Really?” she asked and gaped at him as if he just revealed to her that cars could fly. She didn’t need to be told twice and walked over to the flowers, letting her eyes drift over them undecidedly. There were red ones that looked rather elegant with layered petals… but there were also pink, yellow, white, and orange ones. Juliana didn’t know where to look first, standing around undecidedly for a while. Maxwell studied her silently and did not rush her—they had all the time in the world. Eventually, she picked a white bouquet, and Maxwell entered the shop with her to buy it. They were greeted by an elderly woman who smiled at them.
“Hello, you two, what can I do for you?” she asked politely, and Maxwell handed her the bouquet.
“I want to buy this one,” he said curtly and tapped his foot impatiently when the woman let her eyes move from him to his girlfriend.
She hesitated for a moment before she said, “I see. That’s an unusual choice for a couple.”
She proceeded to wrap the lower half of the bouquet in paper so it would be protected and look prettier, not noticing Maxwell and Juliana exchanging a questioning glance.
“Excuse me, but what do you mean by that?” she asked and tilted her head.
The woman looked up from what she was doing and observed the blonde demon over the rim of her glasses. “Don’t you know what kind of flowers those are?” she asked, and saw her shake her head. “Those are called chrysanthemums. They are commonly used to decorate graves since they symbolize death. I thought you were familiar with them. If you want to choose a different bouquet, please go ahead.”
Juliana frowned and gnawed at her lower lip, thinking about it for a moment. Those flowers were her favorites, and she didn’t want another bouquet. “No, I want this one,” she smiled. The woman seemed surprised, but nodded and continued to wrap the flowers, handing the bouquet to her after Maxwell paid for it.
“Have a nice day,” the elderly woman called after them, seeing Juliana wave at her before they left the shop.
The young demon beamed and stuck her nose into the flowers, noting that they smelled sweet. She sniffed them like a dog and ended up sneezing. Maxwell rolled his eyes at her and snorted.
“What are you doing, idiot? You’ll ruin them.”
“Sorry. It’s just that they smell really good. Want to try?” she asked and held it in his face, but he quickly dodged her and grimaced.
“No, thank you. Those are not the kind of flowers I like.”
“Huh, do you have a favorite type of flower?” Juliana wanted to know, not having expected that. He seemed a little reluctant to admit it, but he nodded, deciding there was no harm in telling her. She was the last person who’d mock him for it.
“Sword lilies,” he replied.
“Did they have those at the shop?”
“No,” he said, and saw her face fall.
“Oh, I would have liked to see them. But maybe some other time,” she said, staying optimistic about it.
“Yes, maybe some other time,” he said absentmindedly as he watched the people who passed them. The street was crowded since it was early evening, and he spotted several humans heading home from work.
They strolled down the street for another while, and Juliana took everything in with wide eyes. She couldn’t get enough of this foreign place, wanted to spend days here, maybe even years. In her opinion, Maxwell couldn’t have picked a better place to visit. If all towns on earth were this beautiful and brimming with life, then she wanted to come here more often. She was sure he would agree to it as well.
There was one more thing she wanted to do today, and seeing that the sun was starting to set already, she’d have to hurry up a little. “Can we try the food they sell here?” she asked him. “I want to eat ice cream; it’s supposed to be very sweet.”
“I’ll get you some ice cream. There’s a parlor just down the street,” he said, but seeing that she had gotten distracted by another shop window, he smirked to himself. “If you want to look around more, you can wait here. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Okay, thank you so much,” she smiled, and he playfully ruffled her blonde hair before he left. She watched him disappear in the crowd, already looking forward to tasting ice cream for the first time in her life.
Today had been very eventful, and she knew that she would hold those memories in her heart forever. Looking down at the flowers in her hand had her smile brighten. Chrysanthemums… They were truly beautiful. Something so gorgeous did not exist in hell. It was a bleak and depressing place, and therefore, she was eternally grateful to Maxwell for showing her Earth.
Maybe he’d agree to move here with her. As far as she knew, he even had a friend who had done the very same thing. She recalled that his name was Nicholas Clarke. If he could do it, then why not her as well?
“Excuse me?” she heard someone say and turned around, seeing two humans standing in front of her. Feeling flustered, she didn’t know what to do at first since she didn’t have any experience with humans and their customs, so she watched them quietly with a questioning gaze.
“Would you be willing to help us with something?”