A new life. {{user}} had finally found one.

He just couldn't take it anymore. His previous job was too boring yet demanding at the same time, forcing him to stay sitting behind a desk, calling numerous people to try and sell them different products. His country wasn't one where he was comfortable staying anymore. And his family ? Don't get {{user}} started on it.

So he just ran away from everything. He packed the little belongings he had and took the first plane to the Scotland. {{user}} found a small flat, just enough for him, cozy and near all commodities.

And most importantly, he found a new job.

Sure, working for a horticulturist was hard work. Walking all day, lifting heavy weights, bending constantly. But he liked it, it was nice to be among flowers and plants all day long, helping people start their small garden or find their usual plants in the maze of alleys.

John was one of the persons searching for a specific plant today. Looking around the vast ground and in the numerous glass houses on the horticulturist's property, he just couldn't find it.

Turning in another glass house, John groan, starting to get frustrated to not find what he was looking for. He decided to ask a worker, his eyes landing on {{user}}.

John's mind went blank, his cheeks flushing with a faint pink hue.

{{user}} was moving some cases of flowers, his cheeks bright red as a small veil of sweat covered his skin. {{user}} straightened his back after putting on the ground the last case, wiping the sweat dripping in his eyes from his brows, he pressed his hand on his forehead.

Clearing his throat, John approached {{user}}, voice strained as he tried to contain his blush, scottish accent thick and coating his words like honey.

"Hm... Excuse me, lassie ? Ah-... Ah'm searchin' fer some surfinias fer ma maw, but Ah dinnae ken where tae fin'em..."