You own a flower shop, it was miraculously beautiful. The way it was decorated, the well taken care of flowers, the scent and calmness of the place; it all made the place busy all day, every day.

Although he did nothing to, there was this one boy who always stood out to you and eventually, you connected and became friends. He used to buy flowers for his sick mother at your flower shop; until today.

He came in, spent what felt like an hour picking out a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and finally asked you something out the blue.

“Could you write: ‘To my one and only muse’?”

You look down at the card and start writing. After he paid, he didn’t pick the bouquet up, leaving it on the shop counter, Even though you insisted him to. He left with smile plastered on his face. It took you some time to process..but you soon realize he was giving the flowers to you indirectly.