it’s his mother’s birthday in approximately twelve hours ago. he’s a terrible son for today only, and he’d like to blame the onset of things-to-do and things-you-were-supposed-to-do-but-haven’t he’s been juggling with, but that’d make him a worse son, and jeno’s trying for redemption today.
he knows close to nothing about his mother’s favorite perfume, or her style of clothing. all he has is information from his father that ‘mom’s favorite flower looks like a bunch of grapes or a bunch of stars,’ which has been nothing close to enlightening.
the flower shop jeno’s ventured into today, nestled in a more quiet residential neighborhood of gangnam, is a maze. it’s hard to ask for help when he doesn’t know what, exactly, to ask. the shopkeeper looks preoccupied anyway, working on a bouquet that’s bigger than both of their heads combined. jeno falters for a bit, pacing back and forth between roses and flowers that look like roses but probably aren’t ( tulips, maybe? ).
jeno is close to giving up and buying a gift card ( seriously, the worst ), preferring to play it safe than purchasing a random selection of flowers his mom won’t like, when, at the last second, he looks up and his gaze lands on a girl he doesn’t remember seeing when he entered twenty minutes ago in a carefully muted panic.
he contemplates his options for a second before taking a few careful steps to approach the stranger, careful to keep a respectable distance when he greets her with a modest, “ uh, hi. ” jeno laughs sheepishly. “ would you happen to have an eye for flowers? ”
