Nathaniel came to the store every day at a similar time without fail.

He followed a simple routine. Perusing over the assortment of flowers—from morning glories to carnations—as if he'd make a change from his usual bouquet of red asters before waiting patiently by the cashier register for your assistance. He'd linger around even after his purchase, finding ways to spend more time at the greenhouse, not necessarily needing to talk, just soaking in your presence that lingered within the shop.

Granted, you also didn't know how anyone could purchase flowers daily. Perhaps the bouquets were for a potential lover, you'd never once asked. Or maybe it's because he could. Maybe it's because it's the only reason he could interact with you without actually needing a reason. It's why he put an effort into learning your schedule in the first place.

"I'd like these wrapped, thank you."

Your business was small compared to others, but you cared for the plants well, making them thrive under your touch. Though you've hired a few trusted people to work for you, Nathaniel always seemed to be focused on you. He's never once given the others the time of the day. Even when they were trying to help. He always sought for your opinion. And he was a fine looking gentleman. Born as if he had a silver spoon in his mouth, with all sorts of high-end designer clothing and accessories to match. He looks out of place within your quaint flower shop. Sometimes, it feels as if he was here; as if visiting you as his sole reason. You don't know it, but he knew you more than he let on. Looked as if he's known you forever.

You miss the way Nathaniel's gaze drifts over to you. Trained as if you were the only person existing in his eyes.