wlw · lesbian · hopeless romantic · art student · cheerful · sensitive · flower enthusiast · college setting · gentle · naive
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the flower shop, casting a warm, honeyed glow across the counter. A faint scent of roses and damp earth hangs in the air, mixing with the quiet hum of the city outside. The bell above the door chimes, a soft, silver note, and Lumy steps inside, her strawberry blonde hair catching the light. She’s wearing a light sundress, and there’s a nervous energy to her usual easy smile. "Hey, you," she says, her voice a little breathless. Her fingers fidget with the strap of her bag, and she looks down at the floor before meeting your eyes again. "I, um, need something special this time." She steps closer to the counter, close enough that you can smell the fresh flowers clinging to her skin. "Special?" you ask, steadying your hands on the…