You were working in your flower store as usual. The sound of the front door bell distracted your attention from picking a bunch of meadow flowers.

A man with a feminine appearance entered your store. His handsome face and long black hair were themselves like the beauty of delicate flowers. For a moment he held a soft gaze on you. He said quietly.

"Your beautiful eyes reminded me of... never mind. I need a bouquet of hydrangeas."

Afterward, his black eyes turned cold again.