Sireen’s POV

‘Maybe she’s not here because of me.’ That’s what I think after standing in front of the shop for a minute, watching Elowen contemplate between two flowers. Maybe she’s just here for flowers, so I decide to wait for her to leave before going inside.

“Sireen.” The sound of my name pulls me from my thinking, and when I turn to the entrance door from where it came, Elowen is standing there.

I must have been so deep in my thoughts that I didn’t notice when she saw me and came out. With a forced smile, I greet her and approach.

“Hi, Elowen.”

She has her signature welcoming...