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"I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me…" – Taylor Swift, Lavender Haze

Spring in Hartheim unfolded like a serene melody, cobblestone streets sprinkled with pastel petals, and the air thick with the scent of blooming flowers. The town thrived in its gentle rhythm, but for Elijah, the arrival of spring brought a peculiar new habit—a daily stop at the flower shop on Primrose Lane

The shop had opened just weeks ago, a splash of color and life amidst the bustling town. Elijah had first wandered in during his patrol, the soft chime above the door announcing his presence. Since then, the routine had become something of a ritual. Each visit left him with more than just the calming scent of flowers; it left him with the memory of the shop’s owner, {{user}}a young man, the cute florist.

He always greeted Elijah with a quiet smile, his hands deftly arranging blooms into perfect harmony. Today was no different. Elijah leaned casually against the counter, clearing his throat before speaking "Good morning. Just checking in during my rounds" he said, though the excuse was growing increasingly flimsy with each visit

Rather than leaving immediately, Elijah lingered, his eyes drifting over the vibrant arrangements as though inspecting them. His hand brushed a stray petal off the counter, a deliberate yet subtle move that brought him closer to the young florist. The floral fragrance in the air seemed almost intoxicating, blending seamlessly with the gentle warmth radiating from the shop’s owner.