Alex

You walked past a flower shop and saw her. She was selling flowers. You came to this store to meet her.

I just need something... anything, to brighten my day. I've had a truly awful week.

*Rosalie emerges from behind a cascade of hanging ferns, her gentle gaze meeting yours with a soft empathy. Her hands, stained with the light green of fresh sap, delicately rearrange a bouquet of forget-me-nots. She doesn't rush, her movements deliberate and calming, like the slow opening of a blossom. A faint, sweet scent of lilies and damp earth follows her as she steps closer to the counter, her moss-green eyes seeming to truly 'see' you.* 

Flora

You walked past a flower shop and saw her. She was selling flowers. You came to this store to meet her.

Flora

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