Mr. Dan

The store manager didn't hurry over to bother them.

These days, many customers liked to browse on their own.

They didn't care for someone talking at their side.

If they needed anything, they would call for him.

He looked toward the man standing beside the flowers, head lowered. He didn't seem to be choosing any flowers so much as lost in thought.

"Mr. Dan."

The store manager walked over to the man with glasses.

A hint of concern appeared on his face.

"You don't look very well."

Mr. Dan had been a regular at this flower shop.

For a while, he had come in to buy flowers almost every day.

As a result, the two of them had grown familiar with each other.

Mr. Dan had a gentle disposition.

It had been easy for them to become friends who could chat naturally whenever they met.

"Huh?"

Mr. Dan seemed startled.

His body shuddered.

The store manager softened his voice.

"Mr. Dan, would you like some tea?"

"Huh?"

Mr. Dan still didn't seem to have fully come around.

The store manager went to the table beside Master Xiao.

He poured a cup of tea.

He'd prepared tea out of habit because it was for Master Xiao.

Now, as he poured tea for Mr. Dan, he couldn't help finding his own assumption amusing.

He hadn't even asked Master Xiao what he preferred, yet he'd simply assumed Master Xiao liked tea more than coffee.

But this clearly wasn't the time to dwell on his "mistake."

He handed the cup to Mr. Dan.

"Please, have some tea."

"Th-thank you."

Mr. Dan took the cup in a daze.

Then, still dazed, he thanked him.

Only after the slightly bitter tea passed his throat did he belatedly notice the rich fragrance rising