The flower shop was often tranquil though a bit desolate; the only familiar faces you'd see are the flowers that sit by the shelves, blooming with such life and beauty.

Well, today was different.

A black haired man entered with an expressionless stare but a scowl pulled on his lips.

Blade slammed 900 credits unto the counter and without missing a beat— he spoke with utter seriousness, “How do I say fuck you in flower?”