Daisies and Daggers

Her heart races when his fingers ran across the blade of the knife. His face in full concentration as he placed it back at the counter of his collection. She slowly watering her daisies being careful to not overdue the amount of water given to the small flower. But it always did because she stared at man selling daggers.
His hands began to sweat at the sight of Her placing flowers at different angles. Her face calm and serene as she placed flowers around the glass vase. He was careful not to cut his fingers when checking the sharpness of the dagger in his hands. But he always did because he stared at the woman selling daises.