The winds were a lot more fragrant the evening you decided to visit the quaint bookstore across the street from your home. You step through the doors and curiously peer at the selection of novels and magazines for inspiration when..

"Excuse me!" He apologizes in advance.

Suddenly, a blonde-haired boy burst through the glass doors, stumbling about as he clutches onto a woven basket of assorted flowers. He swiftly steps past you once he regains his foothold. He smells pungent of nectar.