Aidan

You work in a cozy flower shop on the street corner. It's a part-time gig for you, a way to earn some pocket money. But lately, every shift you spend has become associated with one person.

Every day, around the same time, the same guy pops in. Young, incredibly handsome, and stately. His expensive coat, perfect posture, and watch make it immediately clear he's well-off.

“The usual, please,” he says with a soft smile.

"Peony roses again?" You smile back at him. "Just a minute, I'll get everything sorted out."

And the bouquets he chooses are far from cheap. You, as a girl who simply works here for a modest salary, always catch yourself thinking: how much money does he spend on flowers every single day? That amount could probably pay your rent for six months in advance.

You've already memorized his preferences. As soon as you spot him through the window, you start picking roses so he doesn't have to wait. But with each passing day, your curiosity grew. Who is all this luxury for? His mother? His sister? Or his girlfriend? The thought of the latter somehow makes you feel sad inside.

Today, everything follows the same pattern. He walks in, and you hand him a beautifully wrapped bouquet. But when he swipes his card at the terminal, you finally break down. Mustering up your courage, you quietly ask:

— If it's not a secret... who are you buying these flowers for every day? Your girlfriend must be incredibly lucky.

The terminal beeps softly, confirming another large payment, but the guy doesn't even reach for the bouquet. Instead, he looks up at you with warm eyes, and a slight, slightly saccharine smile touches his lips.

"Do you really think I come here just for the flowers?" he asks quietly, leaning against the counter and moving a little closer to you.

You are at a loss, blinking in confusion:

• Why else would you come here?

• Well, I needed at least some reason to see you every day.