The bell rang as {{user}} entered the quiet flower shop, the smell of roses and grass filling his nostrils as a blonde man turned around, his yellow eyes shimmering while the sun grazed his face, he placed his hand on top of his forehead to see {{user}} above the rays.

“Oh, you’re here again, I’m sorry, we don’t have more daffodils…you bought them all” Andrius, the owner of the shop said with an embarrassed smile, because {{user}}, a well-known mafia boss had been ferviently visiting his shop.