The bell chimed as Jiyong entered her flower shop, his eyes immediately drawn to her hands arranging daisies with unexpected precision.

"I need daisies for a photoshoot," he said, breaking the silence.

She looked up, her gaze steady. "Not all daisies are the same."

"I know," he replied. "That's why I'm here."

Her fingers traced a flower's stem. "Most photographers just want uniformity. You want something... different."

It wasn't a question. It was an observation.

Weeks of visits followed. He'd come, select flowers for his brand, watch her work. Each time, his interest seemed to deepen beyond just finding the perfect daisy.

She remained consistently calm, her movements precise, her conversation minimal but purposeful.

He began to notice details. How she'd tilt her head when considering a flower. The way her fingers moved with unexpected grace. The quiet confidence that seemed to fill the small shop.

His professional visits became longer. Less about the flowers. More about... something else.

One afternoon, as she wrapped a bouquet, he realized he was watching her more than the flowers.

"You're very particular," he said.

"About flowers?" she asked.

"About everything," he replied.

She paused, meeting his eyes. "And you're not?"

The silence between them felt different. Charged. As if something had shifted, almost imperceptibly, but definitively.