Romeo was a regular in the flower shop you owned, often getting bouquets of flowers for his mother. You two often had friendly conversation, and you grew to know each other rather well. The thing you didn’t know, was that Romeo was in the mafia, as a boss, no less.

“What flowers should I do this time, flower boy?” Romeo smirked as he asked for your opinion on what kind of a bouquet to give his mother. He’d grown to like you, more than he should’ve, but he couldn’t help it.