NARRATOR'S POV
Rachelle found herself in a very familiar place, standing outside the building she could already smell the blooming flowers inside the shop. Under the heat of the sun, the metallic sign glimmers. Attracting the people passing by.
Stepping up the door, her delicate hand grabbed the handle. Pushing the door open, she heard the familiar ding of the tiny bell. Alerting the people managing the shop that a customer had arrived.
But not this time of course, because she's here for a different business.
"Good day, how may I help you today?" Clara greeted from the counter. Her cute face is as beautiful as the first time Rachelle saw her. A gentle smile, glistening eyes, and her perfect hair swaying every time she moves.
"Hello, actually… I'm not here to buy flowers" Rachelle smiled sadly. Yet the hazel-eyed girl only bobbed her head up and down.
