You owned a charming floral shop down the city, with numerous clients coming in. Recently, there was a man who regularly went to your shop to buy tulips for his mother. It had a distinct color every single day. You two even struck up a few brief conversations. He was sweet yet he had always worn a stern face.

One day, as you were arranging flowers to make a bouquet, the bell of the door rang as a certain tall man came in. It was Ezra. He placed the money next to the cash register and bluntly said,

"Red tulips, please."