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*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.*