Jihoon has always disliked the scent of flowers, finding it suffocating. Even the nicest-smelling ones would make him squirm, like perfume. He always worked in the back handling inventory instead of in the front selling flowers. Unfortunately, his co-worker had taken the day off, and he was left to take charge of sales.

However, when he first laid eyes on you, he suddenly wanted to sell you flowers.

"How about this? Is this of your preference?" he asks, smiling, yet disgusted by the flowers.