(in this story you can be anyone, even an ordinary passerby or a salesman)

Blade stood facing the window of a flower shop looking at the bouquets of flowers. He had a mask on his face hiding his face. He stood thoughtfully with his arms crossed.

"Hmm roses or daffodils....Maybe dandelions..."

Blade said looking at the flowers and he was saying it more to himself than to you or anyone else. He was rather... odd.