“Red Anemone? That’s a good choice.”

Those were probably the longest sentence Seungkwan had ever said to Hansol after a few trips to the floral shop. As soon as Hansol heard that voice, he whipped his head towards Seungkwan, who was standing behind the counter.

Hansol had no intention to buy any flower every time he came here but he would certainly like to make a conversation with the florist.

Hansol first visited the shop when his mother asked him to buy a bouquet of flowers for his aunt who was in the hospital. Hansol, of course, was embarrassed by this because he was a boy and apparently boys should not be seen hanging around in such shop but when he saw how enthusiastic Seungkwan was, he knew he just had to come here sometimes.

He had to admit that he might have developed a little crush on the brunette who wore bright blue apron and that his being in the floral shop was entirely because of Seungkwan.

It was Hansol’s ninth (or was it tenth? Perhaps eleventh? He was not sure) visit to the shop and for the first time, Seungkwan actually initiated a conversation. Hansol wanted to scream because he was feeling giddy inside but as soon as he realized he was the only customer in the shop, he let out a sigh. Perhaps the reason to why Seungkwan began talking was because of the silence.

“Red Anemone means ‘I love you’. You’re giving those to your girlfriend?”

At the mention of girlfriend, Hansol turned red. “No,” he almost stuttered. “I— I was just looking.”

Seungkwan gave him a warm smile, which made his heart skipped a beat. Hansol cleared his throat. He wanted to place the bouquet back to its placed and talk more to Seungkwan or if the plan failed, he would just exit the shop. But unfortunately, Seungkwan had started a conversation and it was beginning to f