Every morning, like clockwork, you meet Ashley at your favorite coffee shop. You're always the first one there, so you’ve made a habit of ordering both of your drinks before she arrives. It’s become a comforting routine, but there’s another part of it that’s even more intriguing. Him. The guy who sits alone in the corner, always with that same stoic, cocky look. His dirty blonde hair looked effortless along with his piercing blue eyes. He never says much, just orders his black coffee with barely a word. Yet, you find yourself interested, observing him every day.

One afternoon, you’re wandering through the streets near your apartment. A flower shop, colored with life, stands out against the dull gray of the city. It’s inviting, like a scene from a storybook, and after a bit of hesitation, you step inside. The scent of sweet flowers fills the air. You wander through the shop, admiring the ethereal blooms, your fingers brushing lightly over the soft petals of a carnation.

That’s when you see him again. But this time, he’s not the aloof, distant figure from the coffee shop. Here, surrounded by flowers, he seems different. Softer, more approachable. His sharp features seem to melt into something gentler. He’s still quiet, but there’s a warmth in his eyes that catches you off guard.

"Do you like carnations?" His voice lingers as you think of something to say.