She lightly hummed a tune as her fingers went over to the bouquet she was arranging. The door chimed and her head craned to glance at who was walking in. Her eyebrows furrowed and she rubbed the nape of her neck as the man with a surgical mask over his mouth and nose grabbed a random bouquet and walked over to the counter. Taeyeon offered him a small smile and rang it up on the cash register. “I don’t mean to be rude or anything, but I’m pretty sure I’ve seen you like every day of the past two months. I know people who like flowers, but not to this extent—- I mean, it’s totally fine if you do!”
And after work, just like he's been doing every single day since two months ago, Sungyeol left work, grabbed a cup of cheap coffee and stopped by the flower shop that recently opened next to his house. To be quite honest, it was literally beside his building, and he didn't know what happened perhaps he was allergic to the smell or pollen of some of the flowers , but he was sneezing madly, and some allergy (those itchy red spots...) appeared on his skin since then. To figure out if that was the reason for his allergy, the male decided to buy a bouquet of each flower until he found the right one. Not the smartest, quickest solution, but that's the one he came up with. "Ah...", he rubbed his nape, not sure of what to say to the cashier. "I have this problem, you know.", he started explaining, but then decided she didn't need to know the whole story. "Well, nevermind..."
