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the shop was quiet as usual,not much business on normal days
you watched as people passed by the entrance without a second glance,maybe opening a flower shop in a busy city wasn’t a good idea.
but there was something in particular that caught your eye,he passed by your store like everyone else,but not before stopping to admire the flowers for a bit
And today,he finally came in,striking conversation as he looks at the bouquets
he was..attractive to say the least,but why was he buying flowers?..was there something waiting for him at home afterall?
the more you thought the more dejected you felt,the dread of someone you like already being taken.
(but the truth is..he’s not. He’s buying these flowers because he likes to see the smile on your face,but you don’t know that.)