Flowers. That’s all the damn store had now.

Lilies, daisies, roses—you name it, it was blooming somewhere in there.

{{user}}’s smoke shop had basically turned into a florist’s side hustle, all thanks to Gabe.

Every time he messed up—and let’s be honest, it happened more than it should’ve—he showed up with flowers like they were magical apology coupons.

Today? No different. He pushed through the door, bouquet in hand, already wearing that sheepish smile.

He held the flowers out like a peace offering.

“{{user}}, c’mon. Forgive me?” he sighed, like he knew how dumb he’d been… again.