Flora and Helia walked in silence for a bit. Flora decided to finally break the silence.

"So may I ask who the flowers are for?"

"There for someone very special to me."

"Oh." A sad feeling came over Flora. She should have guessed someone as sweet and kind as Helia already had a girlfriend.

Helia smiled at her. "They are for my mother."

"Oh!" Flora now blushed at how she came up with conclusions so quickly. "That is nice of you."

"Thanks. She hasn't been feeling very well."

"I'm sorry. Is that why you got yellow roses?"

"Yeah. They mean get well soon, I just hope my mom understands that." Helia chuckled a little. "She doesn't always understand flowers. She can tell the differences between them but she doesn't know the meanings behind them. Except of course for the red rose which means love."

"Actually red means passion not love." Flora blushed. She sounded like Tecna correcting Helia like that. "Sorry, I didn't mean to correct you so suddenly like that."

Helia just smiled. "It's okay. You are right, a red rose does mean passion. Which is not the same as love."

"I guess I shouldn't be surprise that you know the difference between passion and love, since you are a poet."

Helia laughed. "I guess. Most people get the two mixed up. Someone can be passionately in love but they can also be passionately about other stuff like hatred."

Flora shivered a little. Passion of hatred sounded just like the Trix. She never could understand why they could be so pure evil.

"Flora, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"What did the florist mean when we left?"

"Oh well before you came in we were talking about some stuff. I have been having some trouble communicating with my parents."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I can understand the feeling though. I sometimes feel that my parents don't even hear my voice. It's like I am suppose to be their puppet and just follow whatever they say without asking any questions."

Flora let out a small sigh. She was glad to hear that she was not the only one to have problems with her parents. It sounded like Helia was going though similar problems with his parents also.

"Well looks like we are here. Do you know where the group is?" Helia held the door open for Flora to the main court of the mall.

"I'm not sure. I'll text them real quick."

"Okay. Do you mind if we go to the art store real quick? I need to pick up some more paints."

"Of course not."

The two of them walked over the second level of the mall to the art store. The bell jingled as they opened the door.

The owner turned around and smiled behind the counter. "Well hello Helia. I haven't seen you here in a while."

"Hello Jack. I guess it has been a long time."

"And who is this?" He was looking at Flora. "Is this your girlfriend?"

Flora blushed at the idea of being introduced as Helia's girlfriend.

"No, no. This is my friend Flora."

"Well hello Flora it is a pleasure to meet you. My name is Jack."

Flora was a little upset being called a friend by Helia. Was she really supposed to suspect anything different? She tried to cover it up. "Hello Jack. It is nice to meet you too."

"Now what do you need Helia?"

"I need some new paints. I'm working on a new piece."

"Very well. Here you go." Jack pulled out some paints from behind the counter. "From my special collection for my loyal customer."

"Thanks Jack." Helia paid for the paints. Flora and him walked back out to the mall.

"So Helia, what are you painting?"

"It's a surprise. You will see once it's done."

"Okay. Well Layla texted me and we should meet up with them at the Italian restaurant on the third level."