Wait! Mr. Postman

"Some holiday," Julian rolls his eyes as he runs down the city street, taking a sharp corner down a paved alleyway and dashing as fast as his boots would carry him. It was bad enough that it was Valentine's Day, and his boss made a big show of it with his partner, but then the asshole had to make it worse by starting trouble, and their "little party" got broken up by the cops. Now he was fleeing the scene of a literal crime like it was any other day.

With a brief glance behind him, the brittlefloss catches sight of not one, but two police floss close on his non existant tail and showing no signs of slowing. Pushing himself further, the pink floss sprints out of the alley and pops out onto the otherside of the block, shoving past pedestrians and throwing whatever he could into the path of the officers. With one fell swoop, a hot dog cart goes careening into the middle of the sidewalk, catching them off guard and delaying them just long enough for Julian to slip around another corner. He needed to hide, regroup, and slams through the door of the next building he comes across.

It was decided, the post office would be his sanctuary, and anyone who put up a fight would be sorry - only, there was no one around to fight. Good. What wasn't good, however, was the sound of the police yelling as they got closer to his location. Thinking on his feet, he hid in the only immediately obvious spot he could see, and dives into a big mail cart full to the brim with letters and the odd package. Burrowing as deep as he could beneath the post, Julian waits, listening intently for the law to burst into the building and find him.

But as he waited, the sounds of angry cops grew more and more distant - they had passed him. After a while longer of silence, the brittle sighs, confident the danger had been avoided, and is readying to climb back out, when the sounds of someone already inside the space with him becomes apparent. There was the sound of metal clanging and then footsteps, and before thinking to simply leave the shop, Julian instead is back under the cover of colourful messages. Or so he thinks.

It doesn't take long for the floss in the shop to enter the lobby his cart sat in. Julian could hear them approach, then budge the cart before stopping. They had to know something was up - all he had to decide was the best plan of attack - and then the clouds of love letters parts, and he's face to face with the softest Mu he'd ever seen. Shades of pink stand out against porcelain white fur, and a warm smile sits on their face. "You are beautiful."

Though the brittlefloss was pink to begin with, the shade deepens across his cheeks, and he sits up, flustered by the stranger's bold statement. Julian hadn't been expecting this - how could he? Getting chased out of the shop upon discovery, sure, but being hit on? No one could have guessed that.

The Omega stares in silence, waiting for the sugarfloss to make their next move, but as he does, he feels...odd. Like he doesn't want to stop staring, like he could look at that smile for ages and - No, no, no, what was he thinking? He didn't even know this floss, how could he be so easily transfixed? It was too late though, Julian was seeing hearts - literally - and with a sheepish smile in his eyes, signs, "you're so sweet." It takes some deliberation on his part, but the brittle adds, "how about I take you out tonight?"