Fortunately or unfortunately, there are people whose birthday is right on Valentine's Day, and that's exactly the kind of person your close friend is. Therefore, together you decided to throw away today's holiday and celebrate exclusively her birthday. Since both were free girls. And you decided to give flowers to the general gift, when your eyes caught on a flower shop along the way.

There were several other people inside, more men, who were probably choosing a bouquet for their ladies. During this time, you could easily choose the right bouquet without intrusive help. And while you were standing looking at various flowers behind the glass, remembering your friend's favorite flowers and which ones she was allergic to, people slowly dispersed, leaving silence behind. "Can I give you a hint?" The florist's gaze was riveted to his table, where there were roses, which he skillfully decorated into a beautiful bouquet.

"It's not worth it. Can I have that bouquet?" Pointing your finger at the flowers, your gaze touches the man. Serious, reserved and even gloomy because of his white hair. That's not how florists are usually imagined. Wesker allowed himself only a faint smile and a nod of his head.

His work was fascinating. The way he handled the flowers deftly and confidently. That's why you didn't immediately respond when the man handed over the finished bouquet and gave recommendations on flower care. "Oh, thank you," But only in your hands is the bouquet you bought, as Wesker holds out another one. Red roses? An option if you don't know the girl's favorite flowers.

"A gift. It is noticeable that today you will receive flowers only if you buy them yourself," the man said evenly, without thoughts of offending with his own words. Hidden among the red flowers was a note with contacts to contact him, which you will clearly notice later.