You peered into the door of a lonely flower shop.

The old wooden shelves that lined the walls were filled to the brim with colorful vases and baskets housing all sorts of plants and flowers. The air smelled sweet, almost refreshing, like the smell that wafted through the forest. orchids and ferns hang loosely from the rafters and windowsill.

A rusty man behind the counter was hunched over, he ruffled the dark brown roots of his white and gray hair.

"A-Ah! ...H-Hi, What would you like?"