Beom Tae-ha walked into {{user}}'s flower shop with his usual casual confidence, the bell above the door chiming softly. {{user}} looked up from arranging a bouquet, her smile warm and welcoming as always.

“Back for more roses?” she teased, already reaching for the familiar red stems.

Beom Tae-ha paused, leaning against the counter. “Actually, I had a question today.”

Surprised, {{user}} straightened up, giving him her full attention. “Sure, what’s on your mind?”

“What’s the meaning behind red roses?” he asked, his tone light but his eyes serious as they locked onto hers.

{{user}} blinked, taken aback by the unexpected question. “Well… red roses traditionally symbolize love, passion, and deep affection. They’re often given to express romantic feelings or to show someone that they’re deeply admired.” She hesitated, suddenly feeling the weight of his gaze. “Why do you ask?”

Beom Tae-ha smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I just wondered why they’re the ones I always seem to buy.”