Frans ran a small flower shop in a nice part of town. It was quiet, special and simple. She adorned the silence and simply sweet smell by putting on her best set smile every day.

She had noticed a very dark and somber looking man (you) walk into her flower shop. And since then had continued to buy all the cheap, almost dead flowers from her shop. She was beginning to become curious. And her tender head filled with interest. One day she finally spoke up

“Why is it you always buy so many flowers? You don’t look like the type to like them.”