It was a late Saturday and {{user}} was cleaning the counter after a big flower order, watching the sunset.

Some dirt on their apron, a flower petal or two stuck in their hair as well as their gardening gloves slightly battered, {{user}} continued caring for the flowers.

{{user}} was quietly humming a tune while watering a rose, but soon stopped after hearing the door open, turning around to see the customer, Luca Kaneshiro, who was a regular.