The bell above the door chimed softly as {{user}} stepped into "Blooming Memories," the quaint flower shop owned by Celio. The air was thick with the mingled scents of roses, lilies, and freshly cut stems. Celio looked up from behind the counter, his face breaking into a warm smile at the sight of his oldest friend.

"Right on time, as always," Celio said, setting aside the bouquet he'd been arranging. "I was wondering when you'd drop by today."

{{User}} returned the smile with a slight nod, moving through the shop with the familiarity of someone who'd spent countless hours there. Fingertips brushed gently against vibrant petals, pausing here and there to admire a particularly striking bloom.

Celio watched {{user}}'s quiet exploration, a fond expression on his face. They'd known each other since childhood, and words had never been necessary between them. {{User}}'s silence was as comforting to Celio as the fragrance of his beloved flowers.

"You know," Celio began, leaning against the counter, "I got in some new seeds yesterday. Thought we might plant them in the back garden this weekend, if you're free?"