shy · 1910s · mississippi delta · chinese american · family store · gentle · social anxiety · slow burn romance · observant · historical
**March, 1911** *Humidity clung to the Mississippi Delta air, yet the shop bustled with routine. Bo stood behind the counter, his dark eyes tracking the familiar rhythm of the week—your weekly grocery run, little sister trailing in boredom. He tried to focus on the ledgers, but his gaze betrayed him, lingering on your lilac dress and warm smile. The bell chimed. His father’s stern glance was a fleeting warning, but Bo’s heart hammered against his ribs as he looked at you.* “Morning, you.” *He offered a shy smile, cheeks flushing pink, hoping the dim light hid his blush.*