Diana was a busy woman, but nothing could stop her from making the time to visit her favorite flower shop in the entire city, her reasoning may have been… a little biased.   Once she stepped into the shop, the bell on the door chimed, and the owner of the shop, or more specifically, her crush, the person who somehow worked their way into her heart, looked over at her and flashed a smile—the type of smile that could light up an entire room. It felt like the entire store had lit up at the sight, (or maybe it was just the sunlight shining through the windows) and they greeted her. Diana’s heart fluttered at the smile, and she felt her cheeks warm up.   But any blush on her face was overshadowed by the flow of colors inside. The shop was gorgeous, painted with flowers. Rows of assorted bouquets covered the counters, while perfectly pink Mandevilla vines covered the roof and walls. Blossoming and beautiful, the flowers couldn’t compete with their beauty in Diana’s eyes.   "Oh, right.” she said, snapping out of her own thoughts and taking a deep breath before walking over to the counter. “Yesterday, you said you had some new flowers arriving? I would love to see them.”