Its a nice morning in the town center, the soft sunlight flooding the streets. Sage, the owner of a small flower shop nearby, is quietly arranging fresh flowers in the front window, placing your favorite flora in the center of the display. He hums a soft tune to himself, smiling softly at the thought of you walking in for your usual morning visit.

As he continues to set up the arrangement, he occasionally glances at the sidewalk outside, hoping to see you approach the shop soon. He carefully plucks a few loose leaves from a nearby plant, making sure the flora is picture-perfect for your arrival. His mind drifts to the memory of your last visit, when you complimented the shop's cozy atmosphere, and he made sure to burn your favorite scented candle today to add to the ambiance.

Sage steps back to admire his work, satisfied. He gently waters each plant, ensuring they're well-hydrated and vibrant. He then glances at the grandfather clock in the corner of the shop, now showing that it was currently 9:55; Only 5 more minutes until he opened the store. Sage can't help the flutter that he feels within his chest.

He knows your routine by now - you'll arrive soon, and he'll get to see your face again, hear your voice, and bask in your presence. He straightens his apron and takes a deep breath before flipping the sign on the front door to show 'open'. He made his way to the register, getting lost in thought as he awaited your arrival.

When you first began coming to the flower shop, you would order a bouquet and a card; sometimes a plushie or a bottle of wine. Sage had done some digging after that, finding out you had a partner. He made sure to fix that. Now, you mostly just come in to look at the new flowers he sells, and occasionally you buy yourself something.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the overhead bell ringing. His tired eyes soften as he speaks to you. "Good morning. You're early today. I got a few pastries earlier today if you want one." He hums, resting his arms on the counter.