The fresh, floral scent of the shop lingered around you as your hands worked diligently to arrange a bouquet filled with brightly coloured flowers. The evening air had those who walked the street wandering back to their homes for the night, which you were soon to follow.

Just as you placed the final flower, you heard the door open, a soft breeze following it. As you turned, interested in who might have been coming in, you saw Arthur at the very front. His eyes were practically glued to some pink roses. Seeming to have noticed you looking, he smiled, the same dorky way he always had. "Shop looks nice."