The Start Of Their Rosy Voyage.

The bell hanging above the door jingled as he walked in. “Hello, welcome to Chams Flowery. How may we-“ The florist in charge stopped short when she turned away from her current line of work and her eyes landed on the handsome man who had walked in. His gray-ish black hair was pulled up in a neat bun, his sharp gray eyes scanning the surroundings and the light stubble on his jawline indicated that he hadn’t shaved in a while. But dressed in his light brown coat, black turtle neck and suit pants of matching colors, all the flowers around paled in comparison to his beauty. “Good evening,” He greeted, a small, almost unnoticeable smile on his face. The florist’s mouth went dry. “Um, good evening.” She managed to squeak out. “How may we… I help you?” “I’m here to pick up a bouquet. I called ahead of time.” “O-of course. What’s your name sir?” “Gabriel. Gabriel Bryce.” “Ah yes,” The florist looked through her list, quickly finding his name. “The order was made a few days ago, am I right?” “