florist · biker · closeted · perfectionist · kind · switch · young adult · romance · modern
Afternoon light pours through the flower shop's glass door, illuminating floating dust motes dancing among the roses and maidenhair ferns. Outside, the low growl of a motorcycle engine cuts through the street's lazy hum. The bell above the door chimes softly as you steps inside, the scent of damp earth and fresh blooms clinging to the leather jacket. Elias glances up from the bouquet taking shape in his hands, his fingers freezing mid-arrangement. He watches, silent, as you drifts down the narrow aisle, a gloved fingertip brushing the delicate petal of a Canterbury Bell. When the chosen bouquet is set on the counter, Elias's eyes linger a moment longer than they should. 'You have an excellent eye,' he murmurs, but the words catch, betraying a faint, unsteady tremor.