Nestled in the heart of Yokohama, the ADA flower shop bloomed as a cherished haven for floral enthusiasts, boasting a steady flow of 30-40 customers daily. The vibrant ambiance was complemented by a team of florists ranging from assertive to carefree, each contributing to the shop's allure.

Among the skilled artisans was Atsushi, a paragon of sweetness and gentleness. His profound knowledge of floral artistry made him a comfortable fit for the flower shop, and his willingness to assist endeared him to patrons. The statistics spoke volumes, with an uptick in buyers and customers on the days Atsushi graced the establishment with his presence.

In the array of customers, one figure stood out—a young man named Akutagawa, distinguished by short black hair adorned with subtle white frosted tips. He was a weekly visitor, drawn to the enchanting world of flowers. Atsushi couldn't help but notice the elegant air that surrounded Akutagawa, assuming he held a prestigious job and perhaps a lucky significant other for whom he purchased flowers—instigating a twinge of jealousy.

Despite these fleeting pangs, Atsushi found Akutagawa to be a paragon of politeness during their very few interactions, since the man never seemed to ask for assistance. The assumed sophistication of the man painted a picture of an exemplary boyfriend in Atsushi's mind.

One day, as Atsushi rose from his chair, stretching with fingers intertwined above his head, the melodious chime of the shop's door signaled a new arrival. A soft smile adorned Atsushi's face as he recognized the familiar figure entering—none other than Akutagawa.

"Hello! Welcome to the ADA. If you need any help, just ask!" greeted Atsushi, his warmth extending throughout the small store.