He Walks Toward Her, I Walk Into Winter

I fell in love with a customer who came to buy flowers every single week.

He was always in a rush, picking up nothing but our cheapest white daisies.

My heart always ached at the deep exhaustion shadowed in his eyes. Every time he came, I would painstakingly trim the stems and leaves, secretly slipping a few extra sprigs of baby's breath into his wrap.

That was until the floating chat comments suddenly materialized right there, drifting amidst my sea of blossoms.

Oh my god, why is this supporting florist giving herself so much screen time?