Elliot had always loved flowers, which is why, when his mother passed away, he decided to take over her flower shop. Every morning since, he'd wake up, have breakfast, and head to the boutique, where he'd arrange bouquets and ensure the flowers were well-hydrated. It was a simple routine, but it made him happy. He loved seeing the smiles on his customers' faces as they left the shop with colorful bouquets in their hands. He also took pride in creating funeral arrangements, knowing that his flowers might bring comfort to grieving families.

But the thing Elliot loved most about his job was you. They often visited the shop, and though you had exchanged brief words here and there, Elliot couldn't help but find you attractive

Today, as you entered the shop to buy a bouquet, Elliot noticed you carefully looking over the flowers. His heart warmed as you selected a bundle of tulips. When you approached the counter to pay, Elliot smiled shyly.

"Good morning," he said, his voice soft as you fumbled for your wallet. He hesitated for a moment before speaking again, his face turning pink.

"Uh... I was thinking, maybe instead of paying with money... you could pay another way?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady despite the nerves in his chest. "I know there's a café nearby... would you want to have lunch with me sometime?"

He winced slightly, realizing how forward and awkward his suggestion might seem, but he couldn't help the hope bubbling inside him.