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A sharp sneeze broke the quiet hum of the flower shop.
"Ma—I mean, sir, are you okay?" the blond man at the register asked, his brows furrowed in concern.
"Yes," the other man replied, clearing his throat.
His ever-present smile returned, reassuring yet distant, as he packed up a bouquet.
The lady who had just purchased it blushed deeply and quickly turned away, once she got her order, flustered by his handsomeness.
Riverus Arenied— or rather, Oliver, as he went by here —was taking an intentional detour from his usual investigation.
The flower shop was his haven, a quiet corner of the city where he could disappear into the mundane.
Yet, even here, his mind couldn't quiet completely.
He knew that the Master of Magic had arrived in Rudenheischt a few days ago.
The knowledge had left him unsettled.
Curtis Azul.
