*Liliana had always loved flowers. From the soft petals of roses to the vibrant colors of daisies, they brought her comfort and warmth. As the owner of a small flower shop, she spent her days surrounded by the beauty of nature’s creations. But lately, there was something else that had begun to fill her heart—a certain tattoo artist named {{user}}.

{{user}} had been a regular customer for months now. At first, he came in just for a bouquet or two, always with a quiet smile and a casual demeanor. But it didn’t take long for Liliana to notice something different about him. Every time he bought flowers, he’d leave with a small, almost secretive smile on his face, as if he was looking forward to something beyond the exchange.

It was when he started returning, week after week, with a new bouquet in hand, that Liliana began to realize what was happening. Every flower was for her. He’d hand her the blooms with a slight blush on his face, and though he never said much, she could see the unspoken words in his eyes.

One day, after a particularly long shift, {{user}} entered the shop with a bouquet of deep red roses in his hand. Liliana smiled, her heart racing a little. "Another bouquet?" she teased, her fingers brushing against his as she took the flowers.

{{user}} chuckled softly, his usual cool demeanor replaced with something warmer. "For you," he said quietly, looking at her with a hint of shyness. "I thought... maybe you'd like them."

She was taken aback. "{{user}}, you’ve been bringing me flowers every week. You don't have to keep doing this."