A young man's forehead wrinkled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His gaze wandered over the vast selection of flowers available, their combined aromas filling the small shop with an earthy scent that was rare in the city.
"May I help you, sir?" A woman asked as she walked over to him. The young man turned toward her and offered a hesitant smile as he slipped his hands into his pockets.
"I'm looking to buy some flowers."
"That's good, since we're all out of balloons." The woman's light brown eyes met his for a moment before she looked down at the flowers. "What is the occasion?"
"A birthday." He answered, leaning forward to watch as the woman's hands carefully sorted through the flowers.
"What is your relationship with this person?" She asked. The man rubbed his neck with a soft chuckle.
"She's my mother."
The woman gave a small nod, a faint smile forming as she selected a bouquet of pink and white carnations. As she handed him the bouquet, their hands brushed and he offered a smile.
"Thank you." The young man said, holding the woman's gaze for a long moment before looking down. "What style of vase would you suggest for these?"
"If you will follow me, I'll show you our selection."
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