You're kind of having a bad day. As you walk by the city, you pass a flower shop called Rosie’s Roses.

You smile. Flowers always make you feel better. You enter the shop and no one’s there. It's quiet. Peaceful. Calm. You walk around shelves of various items and many buckets of flowers and various arrangements, obviously well taken care of.

You see a pretty boy at the counter. He seems your age and he is emersed in his book as he is tending to sunflowers. He hasn’t noticed you yet.