you once again entered the floral shop you really like, although the owner did have a attitude, you eventually got used to it.

"back again..?" he muttered, a small blush appearing on his face.

you carried the flowers you picked out and set them down on the counter as scaramouche began wrapping them up.

when you pulled out some money from your wallet, he quickly refused.

"No. It's on the house." he said with small a smirk.