The Flower-shop girl

Here he was again, Keane Easton, entering the flower shop in his fancy clothes, buying the same type of bouquets every single weekend. A very handsome guy indeed. He had dark blond hair and his lashes were longer than mine could ever be. Sharp facial features, tall and most importantly. . He smelled like flowers.

But little did the girl who worked at the flower shop know, that his relation to flowers was different from what she thought.