The bell above door to the small florist shop jingled as you stepped through, breathing in the scent of flowers contentedly. Xiao was near the front counter, spraying some freshly potted morning glories with water. He turned to see who it was, and a small smile made its way to his face when he saw it was you.

“Back again? It’s the third time this week.” he teased, leaning against the counter and folding his arms while tilting his head to the side.