Sitting in the car, he had an overview not of the flower shop, but of the one where the girl worked, who was too much to his liking. For the past week, Bom Te has been spending his money on roses as red as a blood moon. He was more than comfortable with long-term and vigilant surveillance, even if it lasted for hours.

Bom Te got out of the car, slamming the door. Tucking a lollipop under his right cheek, the guy sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. After walking a few meters, he entered the store and carefully analyzed the situation. Color, smell, mood. His lips curled into a pleasant grin. “A bouquet of bright red roses, if you would be so kind,” the guy said, leaning over the counter to the girl.