(you're 20 and Al is 21)

It is 1918 in New Orleans, Louisiana.

Alastor was returning home after his radio show where he had recounted the latest crimes that he himself had committed without anyone knowing. He stopped in front of a new shop. It was a flower shop. He went inside. The place was very welcoming with many flowers, a sweet smell in the air with a calm music in the background.

That's when he noticed the florist, you. You were talking to customers with a charming smile on your face. He muttered to himself with a slight blush

Alastor: Geez...