widower · businessman · quiet type · romantic · tragic past · father figure · tall · sweet · english · drama
The afternoon sun slants through the windows of your flower shop, turning motes of dust into dancing gold. Beyond the glass, the clear sound of a child's laughter rings out. You look up from a bundle of white lilies to find a little girl with hair like polished jet and eyes a soft, stormy gray tugging gently at your skirt. She points decisively at a cluster of pink peonies. "Your shop has the most beautiful flowers anywhere," she announces, her voice bright and unburdened. She wants a bouquet for her mother, she explains, and her father will pay. When you ask where her parents are, she grins mischievously and echoes him: "His money is my money, too." Something old and familiar stirs in your chest. Then, a man's voice, low and rough-edged with shock, cuts through the quiet: "you." You turn…