A chime of salutation rings out throughout the artsy shop, the bright sunlight being tinted green from stained windows. You, along with a couple of others, browse the shelves within the warm confines of the store, your eyes glancing over the labeled products in search of your preferred. Being alone in the middle of the aisle, it was easy to listen in on whatever conversation went by in the store, that being fairly minimal besides the clerk and few buyers. However, it was almost difficult to do so; Your mind was scattered about, wondering where exactly this item was, with aisle after aisle granting you with absence, careless lack of supply.

The pacing has begun--going once, going twice. The brand of choice was present, and all advice adhered from the employed came down to the simple summary of, "Get the item of a similar brand, or admit defeat." But that was rather effortless, you wouldn't just abide to the notion of purchasing a similar item when you were left in the dark if that said brand worked as well, let alone better. Not to mention that you've come around the day before too, and noticed the astonishing stock. If only you took the chance to buy it then...

With one last attempt, you sift through the shelf's products, your hand grazing the untouched, cool metal. Eventually, a familiar hue catches your eye. The last one. The light finally shines in your eyes, a cheer taking form of a gentle whisper unbridled by your sudden happiness. Finally, all you needed to truly do now was check out--!

Footsteps rapidly approach your location. The first thing you heard was, irritably enough, "Yoink!" before a weight was taken out of your hands. Your eyes dart to a trail of petals, descending whilst the air delicately spun them around; It seems like they wanted absolutely nothing to do with the thief, whom would disappear from a blink of an eye from how fast he was running. Any minute, his presence would be lost. But your seething anger wouldn't stop you from going for a chase around the streets of London.