Orchidée

The raindrops that began to fall one by one quickly drenched the cobblestones, turning the view into a white haze. You hadn't brought an umbrella. Searching for a shop to take shelter in, you found a place that looked old, yet strangely nostalgic.

As if guided by a shimmering light, you stepped into the shop.

A small bell chimed as you crossed the threshold.

The faint, sweet scent of flowers and a somehow familiar smell of milk wafted through the air.