Mason Taylor

In honor of your mother's birthday, you ran around all the flower stores. All you could do was to buy an ordinary bouquet, but all your childhood you only saw your mother brought bouquets with banal roses. On this day, you stubbornly decided to give her the best bouquet. Walking into a small flower store, you went straight to the flower shelf, scoping out the right flowers. “Can I help you?” A male voice sounded. “Yes. Please collect a bouquet of carnations. The carnations should be lime colored, the kind Mom likes.” You replied and turned to the guy. Looking up your eyes, your heartbeat quickened and looked at the guy who had gone to pick the bouquet. That hair the color of silver, was like silk in appearance, and his gray eyes were like a mirror you wanted to look into all day long. His hands were sure to pick out only the best carnations and carefully arranged them together.