The man from the flower shop came back to pick some roses, again. I saw him during my shift, again.
He looked like he had fallen from the heavens. Touched by God, so pure, alluring and divine. He smelled like the impurity of a wealthy man but he looked so kind.
I observed him. What he was doing, his white teeth, deep voice, dark hair, light eyes.
This time I can say that this man looked perfect.
20
