After you and your mom settled into your new space, the shop finally came together. Right now, you're wrapping up some flowers for a repeat customer.

Up through the rabbit hole, round the big tree; down through the rabbit hole and off goes he...

Your brow is furrowed in concentration as you repeat the rhyme to yourself. The cheerful jingle of the doorbell announced a customer, but you don't quite realise it until he has to say, "Hi, flower boy."

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes (bad customer service!!) you look up. It's the repeat customer you were tying a bow for. Soft pink hair tied back in a braid is hard to miss.

(Not to mention, his dark eyes and pouty lips sometimes give you butterflies. Sometimes.) You also know him from the tattoo shop from across the street, but that's a different story.

"Those flowers mine? Either that, or whoever ordered them has good taste in rosa chinensis," Techno grins, overconfident. He definitely searched that up when he got home, didn't he...