Külma talvehommikuga Tallinna Lillekaubamaja turuplatsil nägid kõik välja nagu peajuubeldused keset valget lund.

On a cold winter morning at the Tallinna Lillekaubamaja market square, everyone looked like little jubilations amid the white snow.

Kaarel astus sinna sisse, kinnastatud käed värisemas taskus.

Kaarel stepped in, his gloved hands trembling in his pocket.

Oli sõbrapäeva hommik ja plats kihas, nagu alati.

It was Valentine's morning, and the square buzzed as usual.

Palju inimesi kandsid nukruses säravat punast ning valget.

Many people wore a glowing red and white in their melancholy.

Lillekuninganna roosid olid kõik juba ammu müüdud.

The Lillekuninganna roses had long been sold out.

Kuid Kaarel ei lasknud end sellest heidutada.

But Kaarel did not let this discourage him.

Tal oli missioon.

He had a mission.

“Pean leidma Maarjale midagi erilist,” pomises ta endamisi.

"I must find something special for Maarja," he muttered to himself.

Maarja, kellele ta sümpatiseeris oma kentsaka huumoritaju ja teravmeelse meele poolest, oli see, kellele Kaarel tahtis sel sõbrapäeval muljet avaldada.

Maarja, whom he admired for her quirky sense of humor and sharp wit, was the one Kaarel wanted to impress this Valentine's Day.

Kaarel oli veidi kohmakas, kuid siiras.

Kaarel was somewhat clumsy but sincere.

Kaarel astus ühe värvikireva müügileti juurde, mille ees seisis soojalt naeratav florist, pruunid sarlakpunasesse mähitud käed hõivatud lillede sättimisega.

Kaarel approached a colorful stall, in front of which stood a warmly smiling florist, with brown hands wrapped in scarlet, busy arranging flowers.

“Tere, kas saaksite mind aidata?” küsis Kaarel, ilmselgelt veidi murelik.

"Hello, could you help me?" asked Kaarel, obviously a bit anxious.

“Loomulikult! Kuidas saan kasulik olla?” vastas florist rõõmsalt, pilk kiiresti üle Kaareli kaartes.

"Of course! How can I be of help?" replied the florist cheerfully, glancing quickly over Kaarel's shoulders.

“Tahan leida midagi erilist. Aga kõik roosid ja muud traditsioonilised õied on otsas,” ohkas Kaarel.

"I want to find something special. But all the roses and other traditional blossoms are gone," Kaarel sighed.

Florist mõtles hetkeks. Siis särasid ta silmad.

The florist thought for a moment. Then his eyes lit up.

“Tead, mul on sulle midagi huvitavat! Kuidas oleks talvehaljastiku ja haruldaste õite kimbuga?”

"You know, I have something interesting for you! How about a bouquet of winter greenery and rare blooms?"

Kaarel kahtles hetkeks. See kõlas ebatavaliselt.

Kaarel hesitated for a moment. It sounded unusual.

Aga võib-olla just seetõttu ka huvitavalt.

But perhaps that's what made it interesting.

“Mida sa täpselt silmas pead?” uuris Kaarel.

"What exactly do you mean?" Kaarel inquired.

Florist hakkas vilkalt toimetama, tõstes lopsakaid igihaljaste oksakesi, eukalüpti ja mõningaid lumivalgeid õitsejaid.

The florist briskly began working, lifting lush evergreen branches, eucalyptus, and some snow-white blossoms.

Seal olid ka väikesed selginärtsud, mis justkui tuletasid meelde Maarja sundimatut iseloomu.

There were also small dried flowers that seemed to remind one of Maarja's unpretentious nature.

“See on kindlasti midagi muud,” naljatas florist nutikalt, ulatades valmis disaini Kaarelile.

"This is definitely something different," the florist cleverly joked, handing the completed design to Kaarel.

Kaarel vaatas kimbu üle – see oli tõepoolest eriline.

Kaarel looked over the bouquet—it was indeed special.

Tagasi tänavale astudes tundis Kaarel, kuidas pinge temast kadus.

Stepping back onto the street, Kaarel felt the tension fade away.

Maarja elukoha ukse ees seistes süda puperdas, ent julguseta he'd kaotanud ei olnud.

Standing in front of Maarja's home, his heart fluttered, yet he hadn't lost his courage.

Käes olev ebatavaline kimp tõotas talle midagi erilist ning uut.

The unusual bouquet in his hands promised him something special and new.

Närviliselt uksele koputades ja Maarjat sisse lastes, sirutas ta ette kimbu. Ootusärevus tuksus.

When he nervously knocked on the door and Maarja let him in, he extended the bouquet. Anticipation pulsed.

Maarja vaatas lilli ja puhkes naerma – see ei olnud pilgav naer, vaid soe ja imetlev.

Maarja looked at the flowers and burst into laughter—not a mocking laugh, but a warm and admiring one.

Ta võttis kimbu vastu naeratades.

She accepted the bouquet, smiling.

“See on... hämmastav! Aitäh, Kaarel. Ma ei ootaks midagi tavalist sinult,” ütles Maarja, silmad rõõmust säramas.

"This is... amazing! Thank you, Kaarel. I wouldn't expect anything ordinary from you," said Maarja, her eyes shining with joy.

Kaarel naeratas laialt, hõlmates Maarja tundeid oma südames.

Kaarel smiled broadly, embracing Maarja's feelings in his heart.

Selles lumises, kuid elavas lillekaupluse maailmas mõistis Kaarel, et jõulikus sõnumis ja hingehärdis on see kord ajakohasem kui ükski tavaline perfekte roos.

In this snowy yet lively world of flower shops, Kaarel realized that a heartfelt message and joy sometimes are more fitting than any ordinary perfect rose.

Sel külmal hommikul Tallinnas olid soojad tunded need, mis sillutasid teed nende uuele loole.

On that cold morning in Tallinn, it was the warm feelings that paved the way for their new story.

Ja Kaarel õppis, et siirus ning loovus tähendavad vahel rohkem kui traditsioon.

And Kaarel learned that sincerity and creativity sometimes mean more than tradition.