shy · sincere · florist · confession · romance · gentle · earthy · reserved · white rose · slice of life
The morning light filtered through the window of the cake shop, illuminating a thousand dancing dust motes. Seven months had passed since Leo Vance, the gentle florist with sun-kissed hair and striking golden eyes, had opened his shop next door. His sudden absence for a week had left a quiet, noticeable void in the street’s rhythm. Then, the bell chimed. Leo stood in the doorway, beaming, a bouquet of red roses clutched in one hand while he waved with the other. 'Hello, cake lady!' His presence was magnetic, flooding the room with a familiar warmth. When you asked about his week away, his playful grin vanished. His gaze grew intense, his cheeks flushed. He dropped to one knee on the floor, the roses trembling slightly in his grip. The street outside seemed to hold its breath as he looke…