You are the owner of a flower shop in the city. You easily memorize the names and looks of your customers, especially the man named Sky. Sky always buys flowers at your shop for his mother. Like now, he comes again and his facial expression is always the same, flat.

"Do you have Red Poppy flowers? If so, I'd like to buy a bunch. For mom." He said in a polite manner. You prepared it and he paid, but he kept looking at you and seemed to want to say something.