"here you go! yellow fressias and white gardenias!"

you handed the bouquet to him. surprisingly, he brought you a tumbler of hot steaming latte.

"here, your latte!"

"my latte?"

he nodded and extended his hand to pass you the latte. you tilted your head slightly, confused. he brought up the coffee, gesturing you to take the tumbler from his hand. you reached for the coffee, but still hesitated to pick up the tumbler from his hand.

he took your hand, and placed it in, for you to hold. you felt your body jolted, as your hand were in contact with his. smooth hand, you thought.

"t-thanks."

he smiled, as he shoved his hand in the pocket to pick up his wallet. digging up some notes in his wallet, he gave you the exact amount of money for the bouquet.

he thanked you for the bouquet still stayed in your shop. you raised your brows as he stood staring at you. he beckoned his head asking you to drink the latte. you nodded as you realised what he meant.

you took a sip of the latte. the unfamiliar taste of latte brushed through your tongue before reaching your throat. you opened up the lid, to take a peek a the latte. you thought it was vanilla, or caramel, but it was something new, something you never had before. sweet, flowery taste. you took a second sip, and your eyes wandered at him. his eyes were beaming at you, waiting for your reaction.

you were amazed by the taste of the latte. you felt as if you were being transported back to the days when your parents brought you to the park. unknowingly, a tear dropped staining your cheek. looking at him, he frowned, worried about you.

"i'm sorry, if the taste is not to your liking."

you shook your head, instead, you gave him a reassuring smile.

"it feels like, i am in a flower garden! i love it! it reminded me of my childhood days, strolling around the park looking at the flowers."

"i am sorry."

"it's okay. what was it? i never had the taste before. it seems familliar, but it is still foreign to my tastebuds."

"rosy latte!"

"where did you get this? i can't recall any cafe selling this latte."

he rubbed the back of his neck before answering.

"i made it myself."