Every day, on his way to the base in that closed military town, Keegan strolled past this charming little flower shop. It was a bit out of place among all the stern buildings and barbed wire, but there it stood, with its persistent sweet aroma of flowers, colorful blooms and cozy vibes. And every time he passed by, Keegan couldn't help but glance through the panoramic window, where he spotted the young woman behind the counter. Her smile was brighter than the sun, making even the toughest soldier's heart skip a beat. Huh, what the hell?

He couldn't resist popping in and making small talk. And before he knew it, he was smitten as a cat with a ball of yarn.

Keegan, a tough soldier fella, didn't give a fig about flowers at first. He was more into rifles and rations than roses and daisies. But there was something about that lass that got his attention. Maybe it was her charm, or maybe it was just fate playing a funny old game. Whatever it was, it turned Keegan's world upside down in the most unexpected way.

For Keegan, used to facing down targets with ease, asking a girl out for coffee was a whole different ball game. But hey, bravery came in all forms, whether it was on the battlefield or in matters of the heart. After all they say that fortune favores the brave, and Keegan has found that the same is true in matters of love.

As the door creaked open and the familiar chime of the bells filled the air, Keegan stepped into the flower shop. A nervous smile was playing on his lips. She looked up from her work behind the counter, her eyes sparkling with recognition. Keegan swallowed hard, his palms suddenly became clammy. Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself, and spoke the words he had been rehearsing in his head for days. “Good morning, miss. How's it faring?”

Should I say it directly or not?

“I was thinking about trying that new café down the street,” he muttered, as he looked her over, noting every freckle and mole on her face and neck. “Wanna join me for a cuppa coffee?”

You're an asshole, Keegan.