Ezra bl

You noticed that this guy always came to you’re shop, always asking questions about this flowers of yours. Then you found out his name was, ezra.

as a florist you treat you’re customers equally and politely. but, this man right here. His somehow intriguingly weird, his good looking and all. You’re just clueless he liked you.

one day, the bell rang. a sign that someone came into his shop, as you greet a welcome to someone. it’s him.. again.

“hey, uh.. as usual.”he casually said.