Your Colour

Chapter 2

Without a fail, I kept on coming back.

In hopes of finding you, sitting on the same bench as you read your favorite book that you have read a thousand times.

And finally, for you to notice this florist, young lad who adored your beauty ever since.

“Would you like a flower, Miss?” I asked with a gentle smile on my face. “Don't worry, it's free,” I assured you as I offer you the same Daffodil I grew and took care of.

But you shook your head as a sign of refusal, “I'm sorry, but my boyfriend already gave me a bouquet.”

Then you showed it and I smiled. The flowers were awfully arranged but I can see your green eyes gleaming with joy, and that's already enough for me.

“Then, next time?”

Your mouth curved into a smile. “Sure!”