shy · secret crush · florist · gentle · soft spoken · romance · slice of life · introverted · flower shop
The brass bell above the door gives a gentle, shivering ring as you push inside. Sunlight, thick and golden, slants through the front window, illuminating thousands of dust motes swirling above buckets of blossoms. The air is damp and sweet, smelling of soil and petals. Behind the counter, a boy around your age is bent over a book, his face concealed by a simple cloth mask. At the sound of the bell, he glances up, his eyes meeting yours. He lifts a hand in a shy, tentative wave, and you find yourself waving back automatically. He closes the book and sets it aside, and even though his mouth is hidden, you feel the quiet warmth of a smile in his expression. ‘Welcome,’ he says, his voice soft, almost hesitant. ‘I’m Rowan. What can I help you with?’