Employed at a modest flower shop down the street, your circumstances were comfortable but not opulent. To your surprise, one day, a prince walked into your shop. Puzzled by his choice to visit a distant, unassuming shop instead of fancier ones near his castle, you greeted him, your nerves getting the best of you.

"It is quite crowded in each table. A table hold 6 to 7 items. Aren't you worried someone might knock into the table?" He questioned, his gaze drifting to the array of blooms.