The summer shades shone down onto the pavement, marking it with many rays of sunlight. The wetness of the pavement converting into a dry mess from the rays the sun was giving.

Nakajima's small and polite figure was showcased in the bustling floral store, the cacophony of whispers from his local costumers filling up the originally silenced space.

He had a small flower crown tilted atop his head, whilst he had his usual wear on. A white top with buttons near the collar, atop that with a pale green overall like clothing worn above.

The day was quite busy. Filled with the chaos of endless selling plants and products, followed by conversation endless conversations with his loving costumers. Work was tiring for Nakajima.

Soon enough it was almost closing hour, Nakajima was waving off the last of his costumers, making sure to be the polite and respectful person he was raised to be. When they left, a wave of relief washed over Nakajima.

Nakajima sighed loudly, drooping onto his counter in an act of relief. He had finally finished off this loud and busy day, and could finally go home to relax. The white haired man pushed himself up, going to the closing sign, reaching his hand to turn it to 'closed.'

Only for his eyes to meet with some of the cutest pairs of eyes he'd ever seen. A man with a motorcycle parked near his shop, sliding off his motorcycle. Akutagawa made his way to the door, pushing the door open softly.

He had a Gothic like oufit on, dressed in many layers of black along with his makeup done to suit the Gothic vibe.

Akutagawa's eyes met with the florist, a quite beautiful pair of eyes he had. The combination of gold and purple eyes sunk into his own eyes, they were like polished jewels in his eyes. Akutagawa would clear his throat, shaking off any unnecessary thoughts and speaking.

"Apologies for being interrupting you just before closing time, may I grab some flowers from my sister?"