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The girl with the scars comes into the florist three times before Parvati gets the courage to ask her name. Lavender: a flower and a color, the sort of delightfully whimsical name Parvati used in her childhood make-believe games.
Lavender smells the flowers shyly, wringing her hands as if she’ll destroy the petals just by touching them. Parvati always offers to help, but Lavender doesn’t seem to be shopping for a special occasion or special someone. She must be a romantic, Parvati decides, the sort who loves fresh flowers but is too embarrassed to buy them for herself.
Parvati daydreams about making a bouquet for Lavender, understated with a few vibrant wildflowers. She can’t decide whether sprigs of lavender would be too sappy. Parvati is the sort of romantic who enjoys watching love stories play out in her shop, but she's too timid to act on her fanciful crush.
One day, Lavender finally buys something, a single rose. As she wraps the stem, Parvati mourns a little and wonders who’s won Lavender’s heart. But then Lavender gives the rose back and asks Parvati to dinner. It turns out they’ve been daydreaming about each other all this time, among the flowers.