The Perfect Bouquet

Chapter 5

Liam walked in the shop, his presence bringing comfort and excitement that Aster had grown to cherish. This time, he carried a small book under his arm.

Liam placed the book on the counter. "I was hoping to learn more about the meanings of flowers. I've been reading up on it, but I'd love to get your expertise here."

Aster's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. "I'd be happy to help you. The language of flowers is fascinating and can add so much meaning to any bouquet."

They settled into a comfortable rhythm, Aster explaining the symbolism behind various flowers and Liam taking notes, his attention fully on her.

"For instance, lilies represent purity and refined beauty," Aster said, gently touching a lily petal. "They're perfect for conveying a sense of grace."

Liam nodded, jotting down her words. "And what about irises?"

"Irises symbolize faith, hope, and wisdom," Aster explained. "They're often used to convey deep sentiments."

As they continued, Aster found herself sharing more than just flower meanings. She told Liam stories of her grandmother, who had taught her the language of flowers and how each bloom had a story behind it. Liam listened intently, absorbing every detail.

"Your grandmother sounds like an amazing woman," Liam said, admiration in his voice.

"She was," Aster replied, her eyes softening with fond memories. "She believed that flowers could speak the words we sometimes couldn't find."

Liam looked thoughtful. "I think she was right. Flowers have helped me express things I never knew how to say."

Aster smiled, feeling a deep connection with Liam. "I'm glad to hear that. It's a special language, one that not many people take the time to learn."

As the lesson went on, the shop filled with the gentle hum of their conversation, creating an intimate atmosphere that made Aster feel closer to Liam. She found herself looking forward to these moments, where they could share their thoughts and experiences.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow through the shop windows, Liam closed his notebook. "Thank you, Aster. This has been really enlightening."

"You're welcome, Liam," Aster replied, her heart feeling full. "I'm always here if you have more questions."

Liam hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Actually, there is one more thing. I've been thinking a lot about why my dates haven't worked out. I think I've been looking for the perfect bouquet for the wrong people."

Aster's heart skipped a beat, her mind racing. "What do you mean?"

Liam took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "I've been focusing on impressing people, trying to find the right combination of flowers to say something meaningful. But maybe I've been overlooking the most important thing."

Aster felt a flutter of hope. "And what's that?"

Liam smiled, a tender look in his eyes. "Finding someone who understands the language of flowers as deeply as you do. Someone who sees the beauty in every bloom and knows how to make it come alive."

Aster's cheeks flushed, her heart pounding in her chest. "Liam, I..."

Before she could finish, the bell above the door jingled again, signalling the arrival of a new customer. Aster sighed inwardly, torn between her duties and the moment they were sharing.

Liam gave her a reassuring smile. "We'll talk more later. Thanks again, Aster."

As he left the shop, Aster watched him go, her emotions swirling. As she turned to help the new customer, she couldn't focus. She wanted to ask Liam what he meant.