Chapter Hundred and twenty-one

The city’s night air held a cold chill as Charles guided the car through the winding streets, their headlights cutting through the darkness. Spotting a familiar sight, he made an unexpected turn, drawing Norah’s curious gaze.

“Why are we stopping?” she asked, a surprised look on her face.

Charles, a shine in his eyes, replied, “I want to show you something.” He parked the car by a luxury flower shop decorated with blooms in of flowers.

As they stepped out, Norah, still puzzled, inquired, “What’s this all about?”

Charles, a nostalgic smile gracing his face, recounted the tale of their first date, how he had stopped at this very flower shop to pick out the perfect bouquet for her. Norah’s eyes softened as the memory flowed, the details of that evening sketched on Charles’ mind like a precious painting.

Inspired by the desire to lift Norah’s spirits, Charles opened the car door for her, a gesture that felt as romantic as the first time he’d done it. Together, they entered the floral stor