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Adrian's POV
Monday morning found me meeting the guys at a small café downtown, wondering what brilliant scheme Liam had cooked up this time. The early hour made me question my sanity for agreeing to this impromptu gathering.
"Alright Liam, what earth-shattering plan dragged me away from my warm bed at dawn?" I asked, settling into my chair with a steaming cup of coffee.
Liam's eyes gleamed with mischief. "We're launching a flower offensive, gentlemen. Nothing says serious intentions like an avalanche of blooms."
Noah nodded enthusiastically. "Perfect timing. Chloe's been giving me the cold shoulder, and I need all the help I can get."
"What type of flowers are we talking about?" Owen inquired, always the practical one.
Damian leaned forward conspiratorially. "Each man chooses his own weapon of choice, but it needs to be spectacular enough to show these women we're completely gone for them."
