Pressed Flowers Were As Delicate As Feelings

||Asher||

"Slowly... slowly and carefully... Hey! Don't press it too hard!" exclaimed Iris, her eyes narrowed.

Asher grunted, his gaze staring at Iris who sat opposite him to the things laying on the table in front of him.

One of his hands was holding a clipper with a pressed flower in between the tip. His other hand was holding the side of the glass frame sitting on top of the table. Different kinds of dried and pressed flowers lay nearby.

"...I know," Asher refrained from sighing.

Iris clicked her tongue. She continued watching the man performing the DIY project given to him today.

It was a great Wednesday afternoon. Asher headed to Bloom & Bliss again after completing the important and urgent tasks in the office. As usual, he didn't tell Caleb where he was going.

"Today, let's make another simple DIY. Hanging glass frames with pressed flowers. Are you up to it or not?"