She put her hands on her hip looking at the dull white painted wall in the building and thought of lively decorations. She slowly turned her head around and heard the bell ring indicating, that man was coming again for flowers. She handed him to flower with a sincerely smile knowing that this would make his wife very happy, the smallest act made her happy.She stood with her hands planted firmly on her hips, staring at the stark, dull white wall of the building that seemed to absorb all color and life. In her mind, she envisioned vibrant decorations — bright florals and cheerful artwork bringing the space to life. Just then, she heard the familiar sound of a bell ringing softly, signaling the arrival of the man who came for flowers.

With a warm and sincere smile spreading across her face, she approached him and handed over a beautifully blooming flower, its petals a burst of color against the drab backdrop. She knew this simple gesture would bring joy to his wife, and it filled her with happiness to be part of such a small but meaningful moment. She cherished the idea that even the smallest acts of kindness could create ripples of joy in the world.

As he accepted the vibrant bouquet of flowers from her delicate hands, his gaze wandered around the quaint building, taking note of the sparse number of customers that seemed to drift in and out like autumn leaves. It struck him that this young woman, with her warm smile and inviting demeanor, rarely had the bustling clientele one would expect. He examined her outfit closely; it was charming and whimsical, reminiscent of a blooming lily, with soft colors that complemented her gentle spirit.

"Each time I visit this place," he remarked thoughtfully, "I can't help but notice how I am the only patrons come through the door. It must be quite a challenge to keep this lovely establishment afloat." His mind raced with ideas as he continued, "Perhaps I could lend a hand and spread the word among local businesses. With a little support, I know we can bring more people through these doors."

“Oh no, there’s really no need for you to do that,” she said, her voice tinged with nervousness as she waved her hands back and forth anxiously. “This place isn’t actually a florist shop. I’m just keeping it tidy for the old man, and in the process, I’ve created my own little greenhouse.” She spoke shyly, her cheeks flushed as she revealed that tending to plants was one of her cherished hobbies.

“I’m so sorry if I’ve caused you any trouble by wanting these flowers,” he apologized, his brow furrowed with concern.

“I’m doing this because I genuinely want to,” she reassured him, her tone warm and earnest. “So please, don’t worry about it.”

As her phone buzzed with a familiar vibration, she felt a wave of hesitation wash over her. The screen lit up, revealing a message from her friends in the group chat, urgently asking for her location. A heavy sigh escaped her lips, the weight of reluctant obligation tugging at her chest. Deep down, she longed to stay where she was, wrapped in her solitude, but she knew she had no choice; the pull of camaraderie was too strong.

It had been far too long since she had seen most of her friends, and the ache of nostalgia gnawed at her. She missed the laughter and the warmth of their company. Yet, one name loomed over her like a dark cloud—Si Woo. The very thought of her stirred a mix of anger and sadness within her, memories of betrayal flooding her mind. Si Woo, who had romantically entwined herself with the first guy she ever loved, had put a deep rift in their friendship. The idea of facing her now made her stomach churn. She wasn’t ready to confront the tangled emotions that came with it.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concern etched across his face as he paused in the doorway, his hand resting on the frame. The sunlight streamed in behind him, casting a warm glow around his silhouette before he stepped back into the cool hallway, leaving the question hanging in the air.

“Yes, today I am meeting up with my friends,” she replied, a spark of excitement lighting up her eyes as she lifted her head to meet his gaze. A warm smile spread across her face. “Thank you for asking.”

I’m not sure if I even want to go

She stood before the mirror in the dimly lit bathroom, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. With a decisive motion, she yanked the hair tie from her ponytail, allowing her luscious reddish-brown hair to cascade down her back, flowing gracefully to her waist like liquid chestnut. As she glanced at her reflection, she could almost envision the designs her friends would wear, knowing they would likely outshine her in their high-end attire.

Determined to find something that could hold its own, she rummaged through her closet, her fingers grazing over fabric as she searched for the perfect outfit. Finally, her eyes lit up at the sight of a charming white off-the-shoulder dress adorned with playful polka dots. The dress boasted a fitted tapered waist that flattered her figure and romantic puff sleeves that added a touch of whimsy. Slipping into the dress, she carefully secured the straps on each side, smoothing down the fabric to ensure it fell just right.

To complete her look, she reached for her makeup bag, applying a vibrant swipe of lipstick that accentuated her smile and dusting a hint of blush across her cheeks to give her complexion a warm, radiant glow. Initially hesitant about joining her friends for a night out, a spark of excitement began to stir within her. As she took one final glance in the mirror, she felt herself transforming, inching closer to embracing the fun that awaited her.

I'm kind of excited to see them it has been ages.

She stepped out of the taxi, the evening air brushing against her skin, and looked up to see her friends gathered at the entrance, their smiles bright and welcoming. As their eyes locked, a pang of regret shot through her heart, a reminder of the betrayal that had cast a shadow over their friendship. Yet, she steeled herself, determined not to let the weight of the past overshadow this moment.

With deliberate steps, she approached her friends, their laughter ringing in the air like music. Each compliment exchanged was laced with familiarity and warmth, easing the tension that had lingered in her chest. As stories and jokes flowed freely among them, she felt a sense of relief wash over her; she was glad she had chosen to join them that night.

In that moment of camaraderie, she found the strength to forgive Si Woo for crossing a line, for getting involved with the boy she had cared for so deeply. If this forgiveness meant preserving the good relationship they all shared, it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. She refused to let the past ruin what they had built together, focusing instead on the joy of friendship that surrounded her now.

“Hello! Earth to Choon Hee!” Yu Jun exclaimed, her voice cutting through the ambient chatter of the café. A C-list celebrity, Yu Jun had made her mark on the entertainment industry, amassing a staggering following of over one hundred million on social media. With countless agencies vying for her signature on contracts, she had become a bright star in the public eye.

She strategically wore oversized sunglasses, a chic shield against intrusive gazes and unwanted attention from fans and paparazzi alike. Her sleek black hair was expertly styled into a high ponytail, with bleached strands framing her face, adding an edgy touch to her look. A stylish wood-toned jacket draped gracefully over her figure, contrasting against her fitted black dress that featured a daring slit, emphasizing her confident demeanor.

Kang Choon Hee, caught off guard by the sudden call, snapped back to reality. “Oh, I am so sorry! What did I miss?” she replied, her tone laced with genuine apology. Flustered, she quickly tucked her phone away into her purse, eager to engage with her friend and shake off the distraction.

“Yu Jun has a crush on her manager” Ji Hoo whispered.

She serves as a prosecutor within her father's esteemed law firm, embodying both professionalism and poise. As she sat, she elegantly crossed one leg over the other, the hem of her plaid pinafore dress— adorned with an array of vibrant colors—falling gracefully around her. Her soft caramel hair was meticulously gathered into a sleek bun, emphasizing the delicate features of her face and the confident demeanor she exuded.

Kang Choon Hee gasps, captivated by the latest whispers of intrigue, feeling the enveloping warmth and affection from her cherished friends. In that moment, she recognized how deeply she had craved this connection.

“You won't believe this,” Si Woo said, excitement sparkling in her eyes as she leaned closer to Choon Hee. “I’m starting to date Han Gyeol.” She watched intently for Choon Hee's reaction, a grin spreading across her face like sunshine breaking through clouds. “Who knows, maybe we'll even get married soon! Seems like you really lucked out this time, Choon Hee.” She chuckled playfully, her voice teasing, “Oh, poor Choon Hee.”

The chair scraped loudly against the floor as she pushed it away, her bangs falling like a curtain to obscure her tear-filled eyes. Desperation trembled in her voice as she struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to spill over. “You’re terrible, Si Woo! How could you say something like that? You and everyone else here know how deeply I loved Han Gyoel. I imagined him as my first love, my husband. We dreamed of opening a florist shop together, of nurturing our children side by side. You could have any guy in the world, so why did you have to choose him?” The words erupted from her, heavy with heartache and disbelief.”

Si Woo radiated grace in her elegantly tailored pink blouse, beautifully complemented by high-waisted white trousers that accentuated her figure. Her exceptionally long hair cascaded down her back, earning her the affectionate title of the modern-day Rapunzel among her peers. The delicate layers in her hair added an enchanting touch to her already captivating presence, leaving a trail of infatuated admirers in her wake, each one eagerly confessing their affection.

However, beneath her charming exterior, Si Woo grappled with jealousy as she watched the handsome Han Gyeol shower affection on her best friend, Kang Choon Hee. Consumed by envy and a desire to claim his heart for herself, she concocted a plan to seduce him, determined to win the love that seemed just out of her reach.

“Did our twelve years of friendship mean so little to you?” she shouted, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. Tears glistened in her eyes as the weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air between them.

Choon Hee stood on the bustling sidewalk, raising her hand to hail a passing taxi. The cab came to a quick stop, its engine humming softly. After a brief ride, she arrived at her destination, her heart racing with anticipation. She slipped the driver the fare, feeling the warm sun on her back.

As she made her way to the entrance of the building, she reached into her pocket, fingers grazing the cool metal of her keys. When she looked up, her gaze was drawn to a striking woman in a wheelchair parked by the door. The woman seemed frail and pale, but her beauty was undeniable, radiating a quiet elegance. A fragrant scent surrounded her, floral and sweet, wrapping around Choon Hee like a warm embrace.

“Hello, I’m Dam Bi,” the woman said in a soft, melodious voice that immediately captivated Choon Hee's attention.

A wave of recognition washed over Choon Hee; this was the very woman for whom she had been creating those beautiful floral arrangements. She could finally match the name to a face—her husband always picked up the flowers. A sense of joy filled her heart, knowing that her art had brought them together in this unexpected moment.