That evening, he wasn’t sure what pushed him to wander around the city after a long, tiring day at the office. He decided to walk and asked one of his subordinates to take his car home—he thought he would just take the bus later.

With a feeling he couldn’t explain, he walked steadily, observing how the city had become more modern over time. He had lived there for 28 years, so he was already familiar with all the changes happening in every corner of the city.

After walking for about ten minutes, his eyes caught sight of a flower shop that was still open. The flowers looked fresh and beautiful, neatly arranged behind the glass. Arnold noticed a woman inside, tending to the flowers cheerfully—she seemed to be humming.

Without thinking much, his feet led him toward the shop. He didn’t know why, but he felt drawn to it. He didn’t even need flowers at that moment; he didn’t have a lover. When he pushed the shop’s door open, the bell chimed, followed by the soft, fragrant scent of flowers greeting his senses.