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A gentle sigh escaped your lips, the once bright sky had been clouded with grey rain clouds, people hurriedly running to find shelter without an umbrella in reach, though no one expected to have a sudden downpour such as this, when the weather forecast promised clear skies. Though for you, it was a good thing, as the assorted potted plants outside were getting the right amount of water that they needed. It was your grandmother’s fine establishment, as much as you wanted to hire someone else to work alongside you - you couldn’t go against your grandmother.

Returning to your spot behind the see-through glass counter, you sat on the high up stool. Your phone in hand, ready to indulge yourself in playing another grueling level of Candy Crush Saga. The endless tapping of fast raindrops against the window, it wasn’t until a moment later that the familiar ring of a bell atop of the threshold sounded, grabbing your attention. The minute your eyes laid upon whom walked through the door, you could’ve sworn you saw someone- what’s the word? Majestic maybe? Or rather, breathtaking. The lightly swept coffee colored hair, sun kissed skin, and beautifully made brown eyes. The sight before you made you drop your phone with a loud clatter.

Making his way inside the room temperatured room, you were more than confident you saw him on television once or twice, but you couldn’t put your finger on his name. Pushing aside the thought for now; you focused on serving your customer. “I’m not sure on the pronunciation, but I’m here to pick these up.” His voice reached you - and so did his hand that held a sheet of paper. Taking the slip of paper, you nipply skimmed down the short list, with a light smile you turned to face him. “I’ll have your order ready in just a moment.” With that said, you sauntered into the backroom where most of the other flowers that couldn’t fit out in the front or outside.

Your finger swirled around in a circle until you eventually found what were you looking for. Once the order of flowers were arranged, you were about to leave until you saw a certain something that gave you an idea. Returning to the front counter, you found the man looking over each and every flower, if anything, he was the most beautiful person residing in the room. “Your order is ready,” you spoke up nearly choking on your words, causing him to turn on his heels and amble to the desk.

“Thank you,” he said, taking the bouquet of flowers, his attention focused on you. Needlessly to say you were gorgeous, from the color to your skin, to the color of your eyes. Just by staring at you, he almost lost track of time, “Oh! I have to hurry back, thank you for your help.” With a bow of his head, he left the store. By the time he realized there was an odd colored flower in the bouquet, he was already back at his destination. But inside the petals of the flower that looked to be an white rose- was a folded up piece of paper.

Opening the piece of paper, he noticed the line of numbers at the bottom of the page before moving on to read what was on it.

‘A White Rose, it symbolizes new starts in life.’

What did those numbers stand for?

It was your number.