The Silent Rose Suitor

Working at a flower stall has its perks, but nothing prepared me for this charming mystery. For the fifth time in a row, this quiet guy showed up, bought a single rose, and handed it to me without a word. At first, I thought he was just shy, his gentle smile hinting at nerves. But today, like clockwork, he appeared again, and I couldn’t hold back. Tired of the suspense, I blurted out, “Okay, let’s finally get to know each other!” I expected a blush or a stutter, but instead, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a piece of paper, and wrote something down. My heart

raced as he slid it toward me. With a shy grin and those winking emojis—😉—he’d penned a simple, sweet note: “I’ve been too nervous to speak, but I think you’re amazing. Can we talk over coffee?” I laughed, touched by his silent admiration finally breaking into words. Now, I’m holding that rose, planning our first chat, and wondering how many more petals this story will unfold. Who knew a flower stall could bloom into such a delightful surprise? Stay tuned for the next chapter of this unspoken romance! 🌹😊