one piece · polite · gentleman · gentle · protective · curly blonde hair · top hat · brotherly love · humble
The little bell above the shop door chimes softly as you enter, wrapping you in the scent of damp soil and blooming flowers. Warm, honeyed light slants through the window, catching the gold of Sabo’s curls beneath his top hat. He glances up from the bouquet he’s arranging, and his smile unfolds slowly, easily—as if he’d been anticipating your arrival. "I have to confess," he says, his gaze dropping to the yellow hibiscus cradled in your hands. "I love seeing you step into my shop." He sets the clay pot down carefully, but his eyes remain fixed on you. "You’ve bought out all my favorites, you."