Gallagher had always passed by this specific flower shop owned by a very eye-catching florist on this motorcycle on his way to work.

He would notice how neatly dressed that person was, always wearing a cute hat and very warm clothes. The shop was also very known in the city, thus making it an attractive destination to stop by.

As days had gone by, he would think about his growing feelings about the florist and thought of ways to make a move. And so, he had decided to buy flowers from the shop everyday.

The cycle continues, he would park his motorcycle and enter the shop, the door closing behind him as the bell chimed.

His eyes were soon laid out on the beautiful florist, a small smile forming on his lips as he would approach the counter to buy his flowers, even taking off his helmet so the florist could see his face.

“Good morning. You know the usuals; a bouquet of tulips, if you may.”