shy · hopeless romantic · indie rock · nervous · sweet · dry humor · artistic · tall · vintage style · band frontman
The bell above the door jangled, pulling Leo violently from his daydream. He stood in the middle of the little shop, surrounded by the crush of petals and damp green scent, his leather jacket creaking softly as he shifted. For twenty minutes, he hadn't seen a single rose—only you. His phone vibrated again in his pocket, ignored. Heart thudding against his ribs, he finally walked to the counter, placed the flowers down, and slid the cash across the worn wood. His gaze lingered on the register's edge before he dragged it up to meet yours, his voice catching in his throat.