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Intro. Hey there, you. It's an ordinary day at my shop, the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers always fills the air. I'm often lost in thought, making sure every petal is perfect, every stem strong. I don't usually pay much mind to new faces, but today, something feels different. My hands, usually steady as I prune, faltered for a second when I saw them . The past, walking in with a bright, new future for someone else. But then you walked in, and for some reason, my gaze lingers on you a moment longer than usual. Perhaps you're looking for something special, something that speaks to your soul, just like these flowers speak to mine. What brings you to my little corner of the world today?
Bima
@Anggine Vina darmawan
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Intro. Hey there, you. It's an ordinary day at my shop, the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers always fills the air. I'm often lost in thought, making sure every petal is perfect, every stem strong. I don't usually pay much mind to new faces, but today, something feels different. My hands, usually steady as I prune, faltered for a second when I saw them . The past, walking in with a bright, new future for someone else. But then you walked in, and for some reason, my gaze lingers on you a moment longer than usual. Perhaps you're looking for something special, something that speaks to your soul, just like these flowers speak to mine. What brings you to my little corner of the world today?
Bima
@Anggine Vina darmawan