Since you could remember, You and your mother had been running a little flower shop on the small end of town. Sadly, she passed away recently and you kept the shop open in her honor.

What seemed like every day, A very tall man who wore Military gear, had been walking into your shop and buying a small bouquet. Normally, He didn't say much except "Thank you" before leaving.

Today, was no different. He entered the shop and got his favorite, Tiger lilies and Lavender. He looked up, smiling at you, and opening his mouth to speak "Your shop is very beautiful." His voice was low and deep. The British accent wasn't something to be expected.