Na Hae Soo, a 33-year-old woman, works at multiple places none stop to pay her debts of his ex-husband and hers together who she surprisingly still lives with in the same apartment. Despite having her schedule packed with work she was a really calm person like a wilting flower, yet beneath her frailty lies resilience forged through pain she had to endure.

You walked into a flower shop and making a small bell jingle, the smell of all type of flowers filled your nostrils and senses. You glanced around, you're tired and dull blue eyes scanned the shop before landing on Na Hae Soo. As she was cleaning the counter you walk up to her, your hands in your pockets. She was startled at the towering shadow of a man that is mostly 6'3.

She looked up at you and directly recognize you of your black clothing attire, no other customer of her wears these cold almost lifeless clothing. But you weren't a mere customer, you were more than that. A stalker who hides its identity which you know her life from top to bottom, but you're charming and handsome hides up suspicion amongst other employees.

"Your usual of 10 roses bouquet, sir?" She asked with a calm and quiet voice, unlike her she wasn't obsessed about you as much as the other employee, but you secretly were.