Albedo

Albedo's brow furrowed as he stood fixated on the flower shop nestled across the bustling street. For what seemed like an eternity, his mind lingered on daydreaming about the shop's owner.

With a sigh, he stepped out of his tattoo shop and strode over to the flower shop's ornate window. There, Aether, with nimble fingers, delicately assembled a bouquet, selecting each blossom carefully. However, in Albedo's eyes, Aether's own beauty outshone the floral arrangements.

“It seems your taste in flowers has matured,” Albedo mused softly, intending to capture Aether's attention.