The next day, Violet went to the flower shop as usual.
Outside, a familiar figure stood, eyes fixed on her. Her hands hesitated briefly, but she continued working as if she hadn't noticed.
Finally, the store manager couldn't contain her curiosity. "That gentleman outside… is that Mr. Blake? What is he doing here? He's not causing trouble, is he?"
Violet saw the concern and unease on the manager's face. The manager had helped her so much these past days; she couldn't let her worry over her own problems.
"Probably not," Violet sighed, standing. "I'll go check."
The snow had stopped, leaving a thick white layer on the ground. The cold wind stirred the hem of the man's coat as he stood motionless, almost greedily watching Violet's face.
"Mr. Blake, is there something you need?" Violet as
