He leaned against the counter, admiring the flowers that had bloomed so beautifully within his care, set aside in the garden attached.

But when the bell rang, shifting the florist's attention away from the flowers that so recently bloomed, and onto the entrance to his small, but favored flower shop, as when the bell rang, it indicated someone's arrival.

"Greetings valued customer. How may I help you?"

He bowed, pairing his polite greeting with a small, soft smile, radiating with warmth.