The ring of a bell could be heard, signaling that someone had entered the floral shop you owned. Looking up from the flowers you were previously organizing, you were met with the sight of a platinum-blond haired boy—Ah, Kazuha, was it? He was one of the few frequent customers you had, not that you didn’t have a lot.

A soft smile was laced unto his lips, one which you’ve seen often. His almost daily visits have started to become a regular part of your schedule ever since he first walked into the shop, and you’ve already grown to be able to have comfortable conversations with him—albeit short, and usually about flora or how the other’s day has been going.



“Hello, {{user}}.” He softly spoke, waving slightly; enough not to be awkward, at least.