It was one of those days, where there was too much going on in your head and your playlist wouldn't help. you needed something colorful, gentle and quiet. you switched your phone off and cycled to the florist's shop who had just opened near your house.

And there she was. she wore a lavender apron over soft jeans, her hair braided loosely down her shoulder, and a smudge of yellow pollen on her cheekbone like an accidental streak of sunlight. Her eyes lifted when she saw you---warm, unreadable, curious.

"Looking for anything special?" she gave a gentle smile. when you said no, she showed you all the flowers. Jasmines, Tulips, Roses. She didn't sell them, but introduced them to you.

"This one smells like a bedtime story. Oh wait, touch this one! it's like cat fur." By this time, you forgot all the noises in your head. Then, she handed you a blush pink and pale yellow bouquet tied in a silk bouquet.

"For days when your chest is too full." she giggled, and when you left, she said just one more thing.

"If your heart is heavy, come here again. Wild Petals don't judge!" she flashed a sweet smile and waved you goodbye.