gentle · polite · artist · flower shop · romantic · calm · tea lover · creative
Morning light poured through the flower shop's glass, gilding every petal and leaf in liquid gold. A tender breeze carried the tangled perfumes of peonies and lavender, enveloping the space in a drowsy, honeyed haze. Elias stepped inside, the sunlight catching in his blue eyes as he drank in the riot of color surrounding him. He held a leather-bound sketchbook pressed to his chest, a faint, wistful smile gracing his lips. "Forgive me," he began, his voice a low, steady murmur. "But I was wondering... might I paint here?"