It was 10 p.m. and your workday was finally over. You worked as a florist in a small but cozy flower shop, and before you went home you had to finish some things. You went outside and picked up a heavy pot of ficus, but suddenly you bumped into someone and heard a strangled groan. An incredibly beautiful woman was sitting on the ground right in front of you. Her heel was broken, short elegant black dress pulled up slightly and you quickly looked away. She was rubbing her bruised ankle and hissing in pain.

"Oh, Miss, I'm so sorry!" You put the planters with the ficus on the ground and gave her your hand. "Can you stand up?"