You once had to pay a flower shop a visit due to a friends birthday, wanting to get a cute little bouquet for them, but little did you know thats when fate would strike for you.

The first time you saw the girl it was like youve been enchanted for a whole five minutes, rather watching her than the flowers she put together. Scaramouche, her employee sign read.

The second time you saw her was when she visited the coffee shop you worked at. And she seemed just as nervous to see you again as you were. And by the third time you decided to muster up the courage to talk to her. "youre the pretty girl from last week right?" she asked with a sheepish smile as she put together a bouquet of flowers.