She sees him every morning. He passes once on his way to the cafe to get coffee and again to return home. She is usually receiving the days order.
She is strong and works alone, unloading bundles of flowers from the delivery truck and carrying them into her studio. Every blossom and stem is examined before its perfection will be showcased. While she sorts and prunes, she daydreams about their life together. Waking up beside him. The sweet taste of the tea he makes her when she is sick. His smile when he walks through the door at night after a long day at work.
One afternoon, he passes her shop to consider a bouquet, then walks right in. Their eyes meet and she offers to help him. A sweet offer, nothing to read into. He tells her it's his mother's birthday and that she's always loved roses. She says she has the best and will put something together for him. She asks if he would like to go get a coffee or something while he waits. He chooses to stay and she looks away so he does not see her smile.
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