Mary-Beth gazed upon the array of flowers which were displayed on the shelves of your store. She brought a magnolia to her nose, intaking the wonderful scent.

You had recognized her the moment she walked through your shop doors. You’ve owned this small flower shop for years, and she has always frequented.

Mary-Beth glanced back to you a couple times, slyly sneaking looks. She didn’t really come here for the flowers — mainly for you.