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“Fleur-ish”
Louis shook his head, but not stopping himself from walking down the pavement, not knowing why he had been drawn to that flower shop on his way to his sister’s Sunday brunch that morning.
It was definitely not because of the bad attempt of a pun.
He didn’t need to buy flowers for Lottie.
Yet...
Maybe it was the French style of it.
Maybe it was the spring and its romantic air as well.
Or maybe it was the cute tall guy with short curls placing a bouquet of lilies in a bucket at the front of the shop.