27/08/2025
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📖 When Love Finds Us
Episode 2 – The Unexpected Customer
The next morning, sunlight spilled through the dusty windows of Vera’s flower shop. The air smelled of roses and lavender, the fragrance wrapping the room like a soft blanket. She always found comfort in mornings here—the quiet hum of the city waking, the rustle of leaves outside, the soft buzz of bees that sometimes sneaked in through the open window.
But today her thoughts kept drifting to the night before.
The stranger. The umbrella. His voice.
She shook her head, arranging tulips into a glass vase. “It was nothing,” she muttered to herself. “Just a kind man. Nothing more.”
The small brass bell above her shop door jingled. Vera looked up, expecting one of her regulars—perhaps Mrs. Adeyemi who always bought lilies for her husband’s grave, or the young couple saving for wedding bouquets.
Instead, it was him.
The stranger.
Her breath caught as he stepped inside, rain no longer clinging to him but leaving behind the faint freshness of last night’s storm. His dark coat was neatly pressed, his posture confident, yet his eyes softened as they landed on her.
“Good morning,” he said, his voice just as deep as she remembered.
Vera nearly dropped the vase. “You…” She cleared her throat quickly, forcing composure. “You’re here.”
He chuckled quietly, his smile more visible now, warmer than the night before. “I hope I’m not intruding.”
“No,” Vera replied, though her heart raced. “Um… what can I get you?”
He glanced around, walking between the rows of flowers. He moved with quiet deliberation, as if every detail fascinated him—the petals, the arrangements, even the soft chalkboard signs Vera had written by hand.
Finally, he turned to her. “Roses. Red ones. A dozen.”
The request struck her. Roses—the flower of love. She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to suppress her curiosity. For who?
“Of course,” she murmured, reaching for the freshest stems. As she tied the ribbon, she could feel his gaze lingering on her, steady and thoughtful. It made her fingers tremble slightly.
She handed him the bouquet. Their hands brushed again, just like the night before. The brief contact sent that same unexplainable warmth through her.
“Thank you,” he said softly. Then, with a pause, “Do you always work alone here?”
Vera blinked, caught off guard. “Yes. It’s my shop. I like it that way.”
There was admiration in his expression, as though he respected her independence. “It suits you,” he said simply.
Before she could reply, the bell rang again, and another customer stepped in. The stranger gave her one last glance, then turned toward the door.
“Wait!” Vera blurted, surprising herself. He stopped, his hand resting on the doorframe.
She swallowed nervously. “I… didn’t get your name.”
He smiled faintly, as if amused by her hesitation. “Daniel.”
The name lingered in the air long after he left, leaving Vera standing among the roses with her heart strangely unsteady.
Daniel.
The man from the rain had a name now.
And Vera knew, with a feeling she couldn’t explain, that this was only the beginning
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