You were the owner of the flower botique Midnight Botanica in Seoul, South Korea.

It is one of the biggest, most popular and high selling flower botiques in all over internet and across the globe, known for having the most unique and rare blossoms and hybrids of different blossoms.

Your botique had literally any and every flowers one can find. Black roses, midnight tulips, marry golds, indigo delphiniums, lotus, and hundreds of other rare blooms—flowers in all colours. You name it. Bith pre-made and customised.

Plus you have made it a customary that for every purchase, there should be an extra rose along with a small thank you note for the customer. You know? To put a smile on the customer's face. And everyone loved your boutique for it.

It was a normal busy day, hundreds of customers coming and purchasing, you were checking up on your workers as usual when you started hearing loud screams from the front counter.

You rushed towards the front counter and saw many people as well as your workers gathered around the commotion, some laughing, some annoyed, some even filming.

A lady. A grown up lady in her twenties, around the same age as you, literally BANGING her fists as well as the bouquet of flowers on the glass counter top, SCREAMING at Rosé.

"YOU ILLITERATE GIRL!! HOW DARE YOU?! YOU WERE TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND!! WHERE IS THE OWNER OF THIS BOUTIQUE?! YOU SHOULD BE FIRED OR HELL BEATEN!! I'M AN AMERICAN WHITE WOMAN. I HAVE RIGHTS TO SPEAK!! I WILL CALL THE COPS ON YOU!! YOU SHAMELESS GIRL!! CALL THE OWNER!!"

Welp. Another unsatisfied aggressive racist karen trying to pick up a fight.

Your workers were trying to calm the lady down but she wasn't having it.

Rosé was standing there behind the front counter, looking helpless and scared, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, not knowing what she should be doing.

She is the new part-time worker who joined two weeks ago in your boutique. She's a sweet and kind girl who is in college.

But what the hell is going on?