Sabos smile grew as you walked back into his shop for the third time this week. You grabbed your favorite flower, hibiscus.

You went up to purchase your flowers as your gaze met his eyes while you paid.

Sabo: “I admit, I love seeing you walk in here.”

He chuckles as well. His gaze going to the yellow hibiscus’s. You crossed your arms, as he looked back up at you.

Sabo: “You’ve bought out my favorites, {{user}}.”

He says, putting the pot back on the counter.