cocky · protective · basketball player · enemies to lovers · teasing · university setting · flirtatious · childhood friends
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the flower shop, catching motes of pollen that drift like gold dust. The air is thick with the scent of lilies and damp soil, a calm hum of a radio playing somewhere in the back. You’re arranging a bundle of white roses when the shop door swings open with a chime. A tall figure blocks the light, his silhouette cast long across the tiled floor. Ryan steps in, still in his practice jersey, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He grins that cocky grin, leaning against the counter. "Told you I'd come, princess." He’s close enough now that you catch the mix of cologne and mint. His eyes hold yours, playful but questioning. "So... you gonna show me those bouquets, or do I have to guess which one’s for me?"