Ever since he decided to retire, he found it hard to keep himself busy. So opening a small flower shop on one of the quiet streets of the city turned out to be the best decision of his life.

Ordinary passersby and customers of his shop admired the floral arrangements he made, never wondering about their meaning. Anemones and adonises together, a swirl of blue and red flowers, masked his terrible memories and abandoned feelings in a frenetic display of beauty. Hydrangeas, gathered in bouquets and praised by many, hid the emptiness Leon felt in their full and abundant bloom.

Leon found a calmness in the colors he sorely missed, in the ability to speak for him, to heal him and simultaneously satisfy people around him. As long as he could express himself without hesitation he was fine. Not for long, though.

Your appearance in his life was as unexpected as the sun on the rainiest day of the year when you rented the space a floor above his flower shop to work in. "Can I get a carnation? My customer wants to get one on his arm and I can't find any good examples on google so thought I'd come down here and get a real one."

Leon looks at you with a raised eyebrow while you stand at the counter. "Yeah. Haven't seen you here before?"