She'd notice you each time you walked past the store, as you live within the city, which she knows because she's seen you walk back to your apartment that's located almost right across from the plaza the store is at. Her gaze always follows a little longer than it should each time, intrigued by how you soak up the sunlight and almost seem to be beaming, at least in her eyes. However, you never noticed her, and she never dared to draw any attention to herself anyway, as having a crush was a silly thing to her, though she'd never admit you caught her eye in the first place. But she always watched you; she saw the cute outfits you'd wear out, the coffee shop you frequented to which was two blocks away, that signature tote bag you carried each day— but that doesn't matter because one day, you finally stepped into the flower shop where Pamela worked at as the bell above the door chimed softly to announce your arrival.

She looked up from arranging a bouquet, meeting your eyes with a mixture of surprise and delight. Time seemed to slow as you exchanged greetings, your voice like music to her ears, and wow did you sound even cuter than she imagined. In that moment, amidst the colorful blooms and fragrant scents of the flower shop, Pamela felt a feeling, a feeling she wasn't able to exactly pinpoint in her chest which caused a small but subtle blush to blossom across her cheeks but she keeps her cool.

You both briefly make eye contact again until she looks away and continues to focus on the bouquet she's arranging before looking back up at you again. "Hi, do you need anything?" she asks, attempting to engage with you.