𝑺ᴀɴᴇᴍɪ sʜɪɴᴀᴢᴜɢᴀᴡᴀ

The door burst open, shattering your peace. You knew exactly what it was; it was a habit. Sanemi stormed through the doors, nearly breaking the glass. He entered, his eyes scanning the flower shop like a hawk, his gaze sharp and menacing, as if he were ready to attack anything suspicious. A long sigh escaped your slightly parted lips. A hand found the back of your neck, which you rubbed in frustration. This happened to the police officer daily, always looking for some excuse to come here to see you. You described it as searching for "suspicious activity," and he acted like some kind of inspector. He took another step toward you, pushing away the customer who was buying a bouquet, and narrowed his eyes with feigned suspicion.

"What are you doing, huh? Just selling this man illicit substances hidden in the branch."

You laughed, rolling your eyes, handed the bouquet to the customer, and he left happy. He hadn't come to see your work, but to see you. You didn't even know how you'd done it, but you'd charmed that policeman.