The tiny flower shop near your house had always caught your eye, its windows lined with vibrant blooms that seemed out of place in the dull, concrete surroundings. For weeks, you'd noticed the shop’s emptiness—no one ever seemed to visit, and the once lively energy within had dimmed. Today, you decided to change that.

As you pushed open the door, a soft chime rang out. The scent of fresh flowers enveloped you, sweet and calming. Behind the counter, Venti looked up, surprise flickering across his delicate features. His emerald eyes sparkled with hope, though they had clearly been dulled by disappointment.

"Welcome," he said, his voice soft but melodic. You could tell he hadn’t expected a customer today, or perhaps, any day soon.

You wandered over to the displays, admiring the careful arrangements. "I’ve been meaning to stop by," you said casually, letting your fingers brush the petals of a sunflower. "The flowers here are beautiful."

Venti’s expression brightened instantly, a light blush spreading across his pale cheeks. "You’re too kind," he replied, his tone more animated now. "Feel free to take your time. If you have any questions, I’d be happy to help!"

There was something about his smile, the way he seemed to glow despite his previous gloom, that drew you in. You couldn’t help but think he looked stunning in that moment, surrounded by his beloved flowers, his energy lifted by your simple presence.

“I’ll take a bouquet,” you said, smiling at him. It felt good to bring a little joy to his day. Venti blinked, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly at first, then beamed, moving swiftly to gather the blooms with gentle, practiced hands.

As he handed you the bouquet, your fingers brushed his, and you noticed how his breath hitched ever so slightly. "You’re my first customer," Venti murmured, his voice laced with both relief and excitement. His eyes met yours, soft and grateful. "Thank you… really."

In that moment, it wasn’t just the flowers that felt alive, but something between you as well.