it happened too quickly, how the days spent in this city began to blur together. if someone is to ask joshua how long he's been here, he would hesitate first, if even for one beat. this city isn't his. he could care less about what happens around him, and yet, involuntarily, he's been privy to the privacy of countless residents without even trying. unlike back home, he's as bare bones as anyone standing next to him, and even that's a bolder assumption to make.
in his sorely infinite spare time, it's by no reason that the place he's been frequenting most is a flower shop. it's situated in a busier part of the city, yet, the moment he enters through the small door that swings featherlight, the small bell dinging with his arrival, he feels separated from all that unneeded noise.
this shop doesn't have that many customers, which is one determining reason. but this time there's a fair few, and he finds himself standing next to someone he doesn't recognise.
for a reason unbeknownst to himself, the silence feels a little deafening today.
joshua's eyes fall on the array of flowers and potted plants down below. "delicate," he says. "flowers are delicate, much like the heart. it makes sense that they're often a symbol of affection in gifts." he smiles. "is that what you're here for?" @faieth