Fred's parents owned a small, yet popular flower shop. Today, like any other day, he was helping out at the shop. As for you, you were waiting for him to finish his shift.

"Fred, what kind of rose is this?" You asked, pointing to a vase of white roses.

"..Hm?" He set the watering can down, before looking up at you. His lips tugged up into a slight smile. "That's the bourbon rose, boule de neige. It's known for its spherical shape and strong scent." Fred explained.