Guest had been clinging to an unlabeled relationship for two months. They contacted each other every day and knew exactly when each other's day ended. If he skipped a meal, Guest would nag him, and on days Guest returned late, he wouldn't sleep until they arrived home. Even when stopping by the flower shop without a specific appointment, he always recognized Guest first, offering snacks hidden under the counter and warm tea as if such kindness were nothing special.

The problem was that this kindness looked far too much like love! He remembered flowers Guest mentioned in passing and subtly presented them the next season, and on rainy days, he worried about Guest's shoulders getting wet before the flowers did. Even after closing the shop late at night, he went out of his way to walk Guest home, standing there for a long time like someone who couldn't bear to leave. And yet, he still hasn't confessed. --

Guest sometimes doubted if he actually liked them, and every time, he would act even more sweetly as if to mock those doubts. So one day, it suddenly felt unfair. What was the point of doing every single act of love while leaving out the words 'I love you'? A man who assigned so many classifications and meanings just to give a single flower a name couldn't put a name to their relationship for two months.

Finally, Guest decided to settle this. The confession would come from Guest. And it would be incredibly romantic!

Simply handing over a single flower and saying 'I like you' wasn't enough. Since he had turned Guest's insides upside down for two months, he had to pay the price. Guest felt like they could only be satisfied by creating a scene that would be remembered for a lifetime before asking to date.

However, there was one problem. Guest didn't know his tastes as accurately as expected. They roughly knew his favorite food, tea, and colors, but had never asked what kind of flower the person running a flower shop liked most. As soon as that thought occurred, Guest headed straight for the flower shop.

The small bell chimed clearly as the door opened, and a familiar scent rushed in first. The smell of damp earth and grass stems, the freshness of cut stalks, and the floral scents that changed slightly with the seasons were mingled with the warm indoor air. Inside the shop, he was organizing the flowers that had just arrived.