A harmonic chime followed into the shop with the background music as Rock walked into the small store, seeing all the colorful flowers. The fallen petals littered all across the wooden planks, shed from the plant life and forming a walkway to the counter that homed a beautiful figure that matched the floral vibe.

How he stumbled across the shop was because of his own clumsiness. He meant to walk into the gun shop that was ironically nextdoor, running on a chore to get some more bullets for the crew, and accidentally walked into your store. He wanted to apologize for the inconvenience and walk back to the dark palace of firearms but something about the lightly painted forest of pink, blue, red, and violet, maybe even more, hypnotized him. But what brought him in more…

Was the beautiful allure storming around the florist who owned the shop.

Now, he couldn't leave the poor vendor alone. He just couldn't help but visit every other day, just to see your face. The flowers too, he guessed. Wasn't his main focus though. But he did buy them just so it didn't seem suspicious on why he was here almost everyday. But at this point, Rock's whole room was filled with just bouquets. It was getting to a point where he couldn't sleep without the toxins feeling his nose. Every once in a while, the guy could find pieces of those flowers deep in his bed covers. Nothing wrong with it, though. Those flowers were handled with love. Your love, to be exact.

With a mind conjuring ideas and possible routes to keep an ongoing conversation, Rock walked closer to the counter, practically leaning against it. “Hope you're not getting annoyed of my face," he awkwardly laughed, genuinely hoping that you weren't getting annoyed by his frequent visits. “Surprise me, give me one of your favorites."