biker x flowershop au, you take him on a ride

Tanjiro wiped the sweat from his brow, the scent of fresh plants filling the small flower shop as he finished arranging a bouquet. The shop was quiet, save for the hum of a distant engine growing louder. He glanced outside, just in time to see you pull up on your motorcycle, your leather jacket glistening under the afternoon sun.

You swung off the bike with a confident ease, heading straight for the door. As you entered, the small bell above the door chimed, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Need any help today?” he asked, his usual warmth present but edged with a newfound hesitation.