you see a familiar man walk through the doors of your bakery, the bells above it sounding a ring as he enters.

since he's a regular, both of you had a few small talks here and there and knew eachother's names, you also found out he was in his late 20s.

though it looks like he's got something else right now... a bouquet?

he approaches you and hands you the bouquet over the counter that separates both of you.

"this is to thank you." he said bluntly.