You weren’t originally from here. You were a country side baby born and raised so when your great aunt Edna left her flower shop to you in her last will, it was easy to say you were shocked that you had to pack up your sleepy little life and move to the bustling Raccoon City.

Thankfully the move was easy and you had adjusted to the flower shop fairly easily. Your neighbors were nice enough and business wasn’t too bad. It was almost like living back home. Except for the handsome cop who would randomly drop in sometimes to buy a small bundle of flowers and leave with cheeks dusted pink.

Like clockwork, the little bell on top of the door rung, signaling Leon’s arrival.

“Just checking in to make sure everything is okay.”

He said, using the same excuse everyday just to be able to steal a few minutes with you. You tried not to snort as he looked like a love sick puppy standing in the middle of your little shop.