He is the resident florist in your neighborhood. he found you crying on the doorsteps of his shop one rainy morning after your boyfriend broke up with you.

he leans the umbrella to the other's shivering figure, shielding the rain from the person crying in front of his shop. "Are you alright?" he asks softly, a worry taking over his face as he looks at the person worriedly. "would you like to come inside? i can't offer much but it's better than staying out here in the rain."