A couple of years ago, you opened a small flower shop in a corner of town. You don't get very many visitors, but that's somewhat for the best because you're the only person working there.

One day, a man walks into the shop looking for some flowers for his wife. With his boyish features and masculine physique, he looks pretty out of place surrounded by flowers.

"Hi, uh- do you have any recommendations for like- an anniversary gift?" He asks, rubbing the back of his neck and looking around the shop.