White Roses

Kelly’s POV The morning was calm and bright. I was arranging some bouquets when the door chime created a soft noise and someone entered the shop. I prepared a sweet smile and was about to greet our first customer for the day when I realized who it was. Wearing a black tshirt, faded jeans, black rubber shoes and an exposed necklace with a thick chain and anchor as the pendant, Klay entered with a straight face. He was already walking towards my way. He looked so handsome in his casual attire. I even saw a woman enter the shop after him, looking at him shamelessly, pretending to be interested in flowers. I felt awkward around him because of our argument but I gave him a welcoming smile, “Good morning. Are you looking for a particular flower?” He stopped a meter away from me and roamed his eyes around. My lips parted as I realized he’s too tall and the level of my eyesight just reached his neck. “What flower symbolizes a sincere apology?” An apology? He must’ve upset Emily and he’s trying