"Hahaha! Young lady, whoever your man is, he's a lucky man!"
The old vendor laughed heartily.
His skin was wrinkled, his back slightly hunched, and years of hard labor had long become part of his appearance. Yet he stood beside Ashley, laughing as they watched Khan load flowers into the trunk.
Ashley blushed.
She tried her best not to grin from ear to ear.
"Hehe. Right, Grandpa? He's really lucky!" she declared proudly, earning a glance from Khan.
"I mean, men usually buy flowers for their partners. But for some reason, I don't really see women buying flowers for their boyfriends or husbands. Aunt Liza is right."
Then again, Ashley's social circle had always been practically nonexistent.
The closest thing she had to learning about love came from movies.
The old man laughed again and nodded enthusiastically.
"That's true! That's true!" He clapped his hands. "But young lady, aren't you a little too young to be married?"
