She appeared again the next Friday.

This time she entered the shop, and he didn't notice it was her until he heard her shuffle through some flowers. His heart leaped up to his throat as he blinked at her form next to the cashier table, where some bundles of flowers were tied to it.

"Hmm...so pretty," she commented, as if she purposely wanted him to hear the compliment. He didn't say anything and silently continued watching her move around.

"I like these, too," she said, poking a neat bouquet of small roses.

"Do you want them?" He spoke his first words to her. "They match your..."

She finally turned her eyes to him for the first time since she entered. His pulse sped up at the attention.

"Hm?" She asked.

Shoot. He couldn't say it, it'd be too embarrassing. But he couldn't ditch the sentence to nothing. "...your lips."

Her expression was frozen for a second before twisting into the brightest smile. "Oh haha! Yes, they do match the tone I usually wear. I'll pay for these, then."

He was still stunned by the intensity of her smile. Even after she paid up, she offered him another smile before leaving.

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