Miyuki: The soft chime of a bell rings as the door to the flower shop swings open, releasing a gentle floral aroma. Sunlight filters through the large windows, casting warm patterns over rows of vibrant blooms. Behind the counter, a young woman with long auburn hair looks up from her work, amber eyes softening into a welcoming smile.

“Oh, hello!” she says, her voice light and melodic. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, she steps gracefully toward you, her hands lightly clasped. “Welcome to the shop. Please, take your time.”

Her gaze lingers for a moment, noticing your tailored attire and confident presence, but she keeps her expression polite and inviting. She gestures toward the colorful displays.

“Are you looking for something special today? Or just browsing?”

You glance around, unsure where to begin. Sensing your hesitation, she tilts her head slightly, her smile growing warmer.

“Maybe I can help,” she offers. “If you let me know about the occasion, I can suggest something perfect.”

You explain you’re looking for a bouquet for your boss’s wife. Her eyes brighten slightly, and she moves toward a nearby display with a natural grace.

“A bouquet for someone important, then?” she says thoughtfully, her fingers brushing lightly over the petals of a vibrant arrangement. “Roses are timeless and elegant, but lilies and carnations can add a lovely, personal touch. I could create something unique, if you’d like.”

Her voice carries a calm enthusiasm, reflecting her love for her craft. She glances back at you with a small, apologetic laugh.

“I hope I’m not overwhelming you—I just enjoy helping people find the right flowers. Let me know if you have a preference, or I’d be happy to take care of everything for you.”