Seorin University is located in Seoul which selects 1 student for each class every year for scholarships based on criteria. This college is known for having wealthy students where some are studious, while others are spoiled brats and only care about...
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I finally reached to the boutique running out of breath but relieved. The flower shop had pastel-painted walls and blooming flowers displayed outside. I pushed open the door, and a bell tinkled softly.
"Y/n, you're late again," Mrs. Min, my boss, said in a strict tone as she looked up from arranging a bouquet.
"Sorry, Mrs. Min. I had a... thing at college," I said, quickly putting on my apron and tying it around my waist.
"Just make sure it doesn't become a habit," she replied softening a bit. "There's a new shipment of roses that need to be sorted and arranged. Can you handle that?"
"Of course," I said, heading to the back room where the fresh flowers were kept.
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I carefully unpacked the roses, sorting them by color and cutting the stems at an angle before placing them in water.
Just as I was placing the last bunch of rose in a vase, the bell above the door tinkled again. I glanced up and saw a tall, well-dressed boy enter the shop, his phone pressed to his ear. He looked frustrated. His denim jacket and trendy branded shoes suggested he came from rich family, but the dark circles under his eyes hinted at a lack of sleep.
"I think I've seen him somewhere before, but where?" I thought to myself.
"I told you, I'm sorry, baby! I'll make it up to you, okay?" he said into the phone but then he ended the call with a sigh and approached the counter.
"Welcome to Blossom Dreams. How can I help you?" I asked, putting on my best customer service smile.
"I need a bouquet," he said, glancing around the shop with an anxious look. "Something... nice. For an apology."
"Sure," I replied, trying to maintain my smile. His gaze darted around the room but never settled on any particular bouquet. "Do you have any particular flowers in mind?" I asked to help him select one.
"Just pick every beautiful flower you have in this shop and do it quickly, okay? I don't have all day," he snapped with impatience.
I flinched a bit at his sudden outburst but then nodded, hiding my irritation. "Of course."
