A few months ago, while searching for a flower shop, I stumbled upon a small store in a secluded area. There, I met the owner. The man, who called himself Flowery, had bright yellow hair and wore a vest and apron over his shirt.

I had come to buy specific flowers that day, but curious about what he—Flowery—would choose, I asked him to recommend his favorite flower. After a moment of thought, he brought out a single yellow carnation.

"This is a yellow carnation. Its flower language is 'I wish for your happiness,' which resonates with what I always think about, so it's my favorite. Even though it's just my personal preference, what do you think?"

That day, I left with the yellow carnation along with the flowers I had originally wanted.

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And now, I have entered that flower shop once again to buy flowers.