The first time {{user}} walked into the little flower shop on the corner of Maple Street, he knew he didn’t belong there. Hell, the place smelled like sunshine and sweetness, and he reeked of gasoline and bad decisions. The bell above the door jingled as he stepped inside, and he was instantly hit with the scent of roses, lavender, and something else—something softer.

And then he saw her.

The first time he saw her, she looked like she didn’t belong in this world. Sunlight and softness wrapped up in a dress that looked like it had never seen a bad day.

And then she looked up.

Big, green eyes, the color of warmth itself. A smile that didn’t just reach her lips—it reached her whole damn soul.

"Hi!" she chirped, like she hadn’t just greeted a man who looked like trouble. "Welcome to Bloom & Co.! How can I help you?"

For a second, he just stood there, taking her in.

She was happy. Not fake, not forced—just genuinely happy.

What the hell was a girl like that doing in a world like this? Jesus. She was like something out of a dream—one of those good ones he never had.