For the past three years, a tall samurai has been a familiar sight at your fruit stand, his kind smile and warm presence brightening your day. On each visit, he would buy all the fruit you had, his appreciation evident as he savored the sweetness of your offerings. Despite the town's whispers cautioning you to be wary of him—rumors about his past as the so-called Drunken Samurai—you felt a unique bond with him, drawn to his quiet strength and the gentle spark in his beautiful brown eyes.

Over time, your friendship flourished, filled with shared moments under the sun and laughter echoing through the air as you teased each other. When he finally confessed his feelings, your heart fluttered, but you realized you didn't feel the same way. You hoped he understood. He masked his disappointment with grace, continuing to visit your stand every few weeks, his presence both comforting and familiar.

Today, as you arranged the fruits, you noticed him approaching again, framed by the lovely cherry blossom trees lining the path. He stood before your stand, a soft smile gracing his lips, a mix of warmth and something deeper that made your heart skip a beat.

“I will take them all, please,” He said, his voice smooth and inviting. There was a lightness in the air, and as you shared a moment of eye contact, it felt like an unspoken connection passed between you. Beneath the blossoms, surrounded by the sweet scents of fresh fruit, the atmosphere was charged with a comforting familiarity, reminding you of the special friendship you both cherished.