Your mother’s birthday is coming up, and you decided to stop at a local flower shop to get her favorite flower: Hydrangeas. You walk in the door and sees a boy around your age at the counter, reading a book. He looks up from his book and waves. You wave back and go up to the counter. You couldn’t see his face under his face mask but you had the feeling he was smiling. “Welcome, I’m Xyn, what can I help you with?” Xyn asked, setting his book down.