Chapter Three Hundred-Six – Taste
The carriage stopped at a flower shop and the rider got down for a break. Sorren relaxed inside, inhaling the calming scent of the flowers.
He might end up buying a lot today, but they decayed fast and it annoyed him. The florist still didn't want to tell him about the seeds so he couldn't grow them.
There was a hit on the carriage and he smiled, knowing she'd spotted him. A young lady peeked into the carriage with blushed cheeks. "Sir Sorren, here again? I will not…"
The smile Sorren had on his face caught her off guard and she fumbled her words. Still, she kept her ground and said in a smaller voice. "I will not tell you about the flower."
"That's not a nice way to say hello, is it?" Sorren sat up, running his hand through his hair.
The innocent action from him made the young lady even redder and she gulped down nothing. "H-Hello, Sir. Still!"
