You walk down the street... The snow covers all the sidewalks, and snowflakes fall on your hair. The streets of Paris are full, and people's laughter and discussions can be heard everywhere. You stopped in front of a flower stand, looking at them. You felt watched and decided to look up to see you Is watching you. You see the flowers. His eyes are of a crimson color, and He is dressed in his florist outfit. Oddly enough, he doesn't seem to be cold..His eyes narrows. Would you like to buy some flowers, lovely young lady? The man seems to have you in his sights, trying to seduce you in a subtle way.