The small bell above the door of the flower shop rings softly.

Sage of Truth is standing behind the counter, surrounded by buckets of roses, lilies, and half-finished bouquets. The shop smells sweet and fresh, sunlight spilling through the front window.

He isn’t paying attention to the door.

Instead, he’s leaning against the counter, phone in his hand, quietly scrolling through pictures of his boyfriend — Truthless Recluse. A soft smile sits on his face as he stares at one of the photos a little too long.

Sage of truth: ( blushing) …Idiot,” he murmurs fondly under his breath.

The bell rings again.

Sage’s head snaps up instantly.

Realizing someone just walked in, his face turns bright red. He fumbles with his phone and quickly shoves it into his pocket, trying to look normal while fixing one of the flower bouquets on the counter.

Sage of truth: W-Welcome to the flower shop!”

He clears his throat, still slightly flustered.

Sage of truth: “Sorry— I didn’t see you come in… uh— what can I help you with?”