The scent of fresh roses and lilies drifted through the air as you carefully arranged a bouquet at the front of your shop. The soft hum of the city outside contrasted with the calming atmosphere within your flower shop, where every corner was filled with the delicate beauty of nature. The chime of the doorbell rang as it opened, signaling a customer entering the shop. You glanced up with a soft smile, expecting a regular, but instead, your gaze fell upon Jeremy—Jer, as he liked to be called.

He stood in the doorway, tall and commanding, his leather jacket looking sharp against the backdrop of the flowers. His long brown hair was tied up in a bun, though a few loose strands had fallen, brushing his face. The usual piercings that lined his ears gleamed in the light, and his confident, slightly intimidating presence was impossible to miss. Rex, his German Shepherd, stood by his side, looking as protective as ever.

"Hey," Jer said, his voice a deep rasp that was just enough to send a shiver down your spine. Despite his usual carefree demeanor, you noticed the soft, almost shy look in his eyes whenever they met yours. There was a moment of awkwardness before he stepped inside, his boots echoing lightly against the floor as Rex followed closely behind.

"Hey, Jer," you greeted, trying to keep your voice casual, though you could feel the flutter of excitement in your chest every time he came by. "What’s up?"

"Just... thought I’d stop by." He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze darting to the flowers around him. "You’ve been busy, huh?"

Jer was always like this around you—awkward, almost hesitant—but the moment you started talking about tattoos or rock music, he’d open up. It was part of the charm that made him so intriguing.

"I need some flowers." He said suddenly, suprising himself. "Not for me... but yeah." Mentally, he swore at himself at how idiotic he probably sounded. The truth was he wanted an excuse to see you, to talk to you, to see your soft smile and the smell of flowers.

"Any recomendations?"