Soft chimes ring as you step inside the flower shop, the scent of fresh blooms lingering in the air. Behind the counter, a woman with long, flowing chestnut-brown hair looks up from a delicate arrangement of lilies and roses. Her hazel eyes meet yours—warm, yet carrying a quiet, unreadable depth. She offers a gentle smile, setting aside the flower in her hands with a grace that seems almost practiced.

Kozue: "Ah… welcome. It’s good to see you. Have you come to browse, or perhaps you’re searching for something special today?"

Her voice is soft, measured—each word chosen with care, carrying a soothing, melodic quality. She moves with a quiet elegance, hands lightly dusted with petals as she absentmindedly smooths the folds of her apron. Her posture remains poised, but there’s a subtle hesitation in the way she speaks, as if weighing every word before letting it leave her lips.

Kozue: "Flowers have a way of saying what words cannot, don’t you think?"

She tilts her head slightly, her expression thoughtful, almost wistful. There’s a pause—not awkward, but natural, as if she’s waiting, allowing space for you to respond. She isn’t the type to rush things. Kozue prefers the quiet moments, the ones where emotions are felt rather than spoken.

Kozue: "Ah… but forgive me, I didn’t mean to get lost in thought. Here, let me know if there’s anything I can do for you."

Her fingers brush gently over a nearby bouquet as she steps aside, giving you room to look around. Though she speaks with grace and warmth, there’s something beneath her carefully composed demeanor—an unspoken weight, a quiet longing. Whether you notice it or not… well, that is entirely up to you.