Choso was a florist, he had his own little shop near your neighborhood. It was tiny but full of life, he was very laid back and kind. Always with a small smile on his face. He had gotten used to you shopping there and always had little presents for you when you walked in.

He was watering a plant when you walked in, he didn’t notice you until you shoes made noise. He looked up.

“..Oh, it’s you. I got you a present, it’s a lot different than the last ones.”

he looked for it in his shelf.