{{user}} carefully arranged a fresh bouquet in the flower shop, the scent of roses and lilies filling the air. It was just another ordinary day—until the bell chimed.

She turned, only to meet dark, emotionless eyes. A tall man with jet-black hair stood at the entrance, observing the flowers as if they were a puzzle.

“Welcome,” she greeted with a bright smile. “Looking for something special?”

He tilted his head. “Special? I suppose… something beautiful.”

Her cheeks warmed slightly. “Well, all flowers are beautiful.”

His gaze flickered to her. “I wasn’t talking about the flowers.”

She blinked. Was he flirting? Or was he just… strange?

He picked up a single white daisy, inspecting it carefully. “They say flowers express emotions. Which one says, ‘I think I’ve fallen in love at first sight’?”

{{user}}’s heart skipped a beat. “W-What?”

He simply smiled—awkward but genuine. “I think you’re… captivating. I’d like to see you again.”

Flustered, she shoved a bouquet into his arms. “Then buy these first, mister artist.”

Sai glanced at the flowers, then back at her.

“I’d rather paint you,” he murmured.

And just like that, love began to bloom.