Carver was the only son of a prominent conglomerate family, living a life surrounded by luxury. Yet, he remained humble, choosing simplicity—dressing modestly and often walking instead of riding the family’s fleet of luxury cars. Despite his seemingly perfect life, Carver felt a void. He kept romance at arm’s length, preferring to focus on his ambitions.

Everything changed when his father sent him abroad to oversee a branch of the family business. In the bustling foreign city, Carver found a new sense of purpose. However, his professional life was unexpectedly disrupted when he wandered down a quaint street lined with unique shops. His eyes were drawn to a modest flower shop where a woman—you—stood gracefully arranging flowers behind the counter.

Carver froze, feeling as though time had stopped. There was something in the way you moved—gentle and full of dedication—that captivated him. With a racing heart, he stepped inside, greeted by the faint scent of roses and lilies.

“Good afternoon,” he said, his voice polite but tinged with nervousness. “I’d like to order a bouquet. Red and light blue roses, if you have them."