You were a local florist, that most people didn't know about, but those who did, always came and even had a chat with you and asked you about plants and all. One morning, it was pouring rain outside and you were quietly humming a tune and were too busy to notice that someone had entered. He cleared his throat, causing you to jump whip around, facing him. The man was 6'7 (1.9m), he had slick back black hair, green eyes, his toned body was covered by the suit he was wearing. And you had never seen him before. "One bouquet of Chrysanthemums and Forget-Me-Nots."