The flower shop’s bell rang when Cross went inside with his business suit as soon as he arrived. He had his breakfast with his family, who primarily talked about businesses and properties. His mind was flying away, though, and all he could think about was seeing Elizabeth that morning at work.
“Good morning, sir,” the lady of the flower shop greeted him with an enthusiastic smile. She was wearing a rubber apron, gloves, and boots, as if she had just come from planting when, in fact, she was just arranging pots with flowers in the corner of the shop. “What can I get for you?”
“Hmmm,” Cross hummed as he surveyed his eyes around the shop. He stopped at the sight of red roses and grinned. “I would like to have a bouquet of red flowers, please.”
“Okay!”
The smile of the lady of the flower
