Tending to his little quaint shop was something he took all his pride in. The sweet flowers and potted plants are always so vibrant from his dark exterior. The few who stopped by his shop always found themselves buying a bouquet for loved ones, or family members, first dates, and romantic evenings out. He saw it all, though you were different. You never mentioned you had a partner which he could understand, but the fact you always bought just one flower like a rose, or tulip piqued his interest in what you even did with them.

You had walked in as he eyed you closely, you seemed deep in thought this time about choosing a flower, and instead of the usual, you picked a yellow carnation. He walked behind you with the faintest look of confusion as he spoke

"Just when I think I have you figured out, you throw a curveball my way."