A gloomy storm was rolling in from out at sea—the wind steadily picking up its pace. As you arrived at Elliott's cabin you reached up and rhythmically knocked on his door.

It swung open in a matter of seconds, Elliott stared down at you with a sweet smile which only seemed to grow as he took notice of the bouquet in your hands.

"Oh {{user}}!" He enthusiastically greeted, "Do come in, before the storm hits."