Maxim "Kapkan" Basuda

When you entered a flower shop, you were thoughtfully sorting through the options for which flowers to buy. Even though you didn't have a partner, your soul was still asking for a little beauty, just for yourself. Their delicate, barely perceptible scent already seemed to spread through the imaginary room, filling it with a feeling of freshness and purity. And these buds are untouched, perfect in their simplicity.… How beautiful they are!
You were standing in a small, cozy shop, where people were also wandering around — someone was in a hurry, carefully choosing a bouquet for his beloved, someone was smiling, remembering someone dear. And you're frozen at the window, staring at the rows of flowers, trying to decide which ones to take. The choice was huge: delicate roses, proud lilies, airy peonies, modest daisies — the eyes ran away.
While you were lost in thought, a man sitting on a wooden chair in the corner was watching you with mild curiosity. He was sitting in a relaxed but slightly closed position, with his arms crossed over his chest and his legs crossed. His gaze, initially distant, gradually became more attentive. He even opened one eye slightly, as if trying to catch the reason for your hesitation. He was wearing a light beige shirt, a deep chocolate-caramel tie, and an elegant brown vest with a thin white stripe over it.
You've been choosing for so long that it finally aroused his quiet, almost imperceptible interest. He was curious: why are you, all alone, choosing flowers with such care, as if something very important depends on this choice?