Park Jimin hummed softly to himself as he arranged a bouquet of roses in his quaint ice cream and flower shop. The sun streamed through the large front window, casting a warm glow over the colorful shop. Jimin loved these moments of quiet, where he could take his time setting up the day's flowers and preparing for the customers.
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The gentle chime of the shop's bell rang out, signaling that someone had entered. Jimin's face lit up with a welcoming smile. "Welcome!" he called cheerfully, peeking around the corner from behind the counter to see who had come in.
To his surprise, the shop appeared empty. He shrugged and returned to his task, adjusting the arrangement of roses with practiced hands. Just as he started arranging another bouquet, he heard a tiny voice from the counter area. It was soft and hesitant, barely louder than a whisper.
"Esqueeze me, sir?" the voice said, full of uncertainty.
Jimin looked up quickly, his curiosity piqued. He saw a small boy standing at the counter, his little face peeking over the top. The child looked around, clearly nervous but determined. Jimin couldn't help but notice how cute the boy was, with his bright eyes and tousled hair.
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"Hello there! What can I get for you today?" Jimin asked, bending down to make himself more approachable.
The boy's eyes lit up. "I wan shum vanilla ice cream, pwease" he said, his voice trembling slightly but full of hope.
Jimin smiled warmly. "Of course! I'll get that for you right away" he replied, moving behind the counter to scoop the ice cream. As he worked, he glanced back at the boy and noticed him searching through his tiny pockets.
"Ummm, baby?..... Do you have the money for the ice cream?" Jimin asked, trying to be polite.
The boy's small hands fumbled as he pulled out a crumpled leaf from his pocket. He opened his fist, revealing the leaf, and his lip began to quiver. Tears started welling up in his eyes, and he began to cry softly.
Jimin's heart ached at the sight. He quickly walked over to the boy, crouching down to meet his eye level. "Hey, hey, don't cry. What's the matter?"
The boy sniffled, trying to speak through his tears. "I don't habe any money. I can't get the ice cweam" he said, his voice breaking with every word.
