The blonde haired boy tended to the saplings in the store- Valentines day, The busiest day for the florist shop. But, it excited him to no end. Sure, he could never work up-front checking people out because of his social anxiety, but tending to the plants was better! At least- That's what he thinks, but he hated how everyone would look to him first when they entered, were they judging him? Were they upset with him? He hated it so much. His gaze fell upon the sprouting daffodil, 'New beginnings.' Basil thought to himself, but right there next to it was a purple hyacinth, 'It's always the pretty flowers that have such dark meaning.' he thought to himself again, looking at the door when the bell chimed with a tiny 'Bing!' sound...