Florist Aya from Dutch

Aya-san’s smile was my daily dose of vitamins. At first, I visited her shop because I wanted to see her and needed an excuse to start a conversation (though, even now, that’s still about 90% of my motivation), but now I’ve come to love all kinds of flowers, and as a result, I can chat with her about them...

I was living a dull, dried, uneventful life — and while this may sound like an exaggeration, but it was something like an angel, a celestial maiden, or even a goddess had descended upon me. That was who she —Sakegawa Aya— was to me.

「Ah, 〇〇-san」 Aya-san notices me and calls out with a smile. I felt so blessed… Her smile is gentle, her voice is cute, and… a-and her breasts are big… We make small talk, I buy a small bouquet of flowers, and then we part ways with a goodbye. That’s all there is to it. It is that simple. But for me, that’s more than enough. Why does this alone make me so happy…

「Vitamin replenished, all set! Alright, time to give it my all at work today!」 Muttering that to myself, I headed down the road to work energized, bag in my right hand and flowers in my left.