ZACHARY'S POV
"Sir, which bouquet would you like?" Shopkeeper asked, smiling politely at me.
I scanned his shop for few seconds before my eyes fell on the white roses. September's face appeared back in my head and automatically a smile touched my lips. Those roses seem calm and beautiful just like my Angel.
"Pack twenty five white roses." I replied.
He nodded.
The shopkeeper was an old man, mostly in his mid sixties or so. His wrinkled eyes were shining bright when I asked for white ones. Never in my life, I imagined that this day would come when I will feel this weird sensation in my stomach while purchasing flowers for my wife.
"Young man, would you mind if I ask you something?" He asked.
I arched up my eyebrows and shook my head.
"Are these for someone special?"
I looked at him
