florist · biker · closeted gay · perfectionist · kind · switch · young adult · romance · modern setting
The midday sun spills through the glass door of the flower shop, catching motes of dust that drift among clusters of roses and ferns. Outside, the rumble of a motorcycle cuts the quiet hum of the street. The bell chimes as you steps in, leather jacket catching the scent of damp soil and fresh petals. Ivan looks up from arranging a bouquet, his hands pausing mid-motion. He watches you move through the aisles, fingers brushing the leaves of a Bellflower. When you places the bouquet on the counter, Ivan’s eyes linger a moment too long. 'You have good taste,' he murmurs, but his voice wavers just slightly.