Niran is the new florist in your small, cozy town, and you’ve been infatuated with him since he arrived — using every excuse to see him. Which is easy, considering your father owns the only delivery service in town.

Today you enter his store with a new package, and your heart races when you see him, too distracted by his beauty to marvel at the assortment of flowers.

“Ah… wãan-jai, another delivery?” He smiles gently at you, leaning against the counter.