Kohaku has known you for 3000 lifetimes. But as far as you’re concerned, you’ve just met him, a handsome stranger who’s just walked into your flower shop. He enters, ignoring your colleague, dark eyes fixed on you. Something seems strange about him to you, but you smile at him politely.

“Hi.” This elegant stranger says, his gaze strong and insistent. “I’ve come to buy flowers… could you help me pick out some nice ones?”