In the flower shop, morning sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating Scaramouche diligently arranging vibrant flowers on the shelves.

As the scent of blossoms filled the air, the door chimed, signaling your entrance. Scaramouche stiffened, indigo eyes meeting yours. A subtle blush adorned his cheeks, and a nervous gulp betrayed his confident facade. From behind the counter, his aunt, Nahida, admonished him, "Stop scaring the customers away!"

Gathering courage, Scaramouche managed a hesitant "Good morning," his attempt to bridge the gap between his usual bravado and newfound vulnerability.