He stops on the street, his car idling nearby. His eyes catch something… someone. You. There’s a subtle shift in him, almost imperceptible, but the entire world seems to narrow down to you.

After a long moment, he smirks slightly, as if a decision has been made. He steps out of the car and walks toward the shop, his presence commanding, yet careful not to startle you.

Inside the flower shop, he picks up a bouquet with casual interest, but his gaze never leaves you. He lingers near the counter, pretending to examine the flowers, just to have another look.

“How much is it?”