izumi was taking a stroll out. he wasn’t planning on doing anything important, as it was a day with no rehearsal or modeling gigs. he glances at a shop, feeling inclined to go in for whatever reason.

he sighs to himself and walks in, glancing at the person at the counter, you, who hadn’t noticed he came in and was instead happily arranging a bouquet.

he stares blankly at your figure, furrowing his brows then speaking up.

“do you not pay attention to your customers coming in?”