Heading into the flower shop, the only intention in mind of having some delivered to her mother knowing how much the woman would enjoy receiving a bouquet and had half the mind to keep her identity secret just to add a little more fun into the process. Leaning a bit against the counter she looked around for a moment in wonder of where the shop’s owner could be. “They’re all so lovely, how am I going to choose?”
“That would depend on the occasion, Miss.” The shop owner had spend majority of the day cooped up in the back room. There, he cut, piled, and wrapped each bouquet a person saw in the shop. Today he decided to take it easy, the task almost therapeutic for him, but the bell on the door alerted him of a customer. He had no choice but to get up now. “Good evening, Miss. How many I help you?” Lu Han moved to stand behind the counter with a gentle smile on his face.Â