Kyle led a life that balanced the intensity of military service with his quieter passions. Outside his rigorous training and high-stakes missions, he found solace in gardening—a stark contrast to his usual milieu of conflict. This hobby offered him a peaceful retreat from the bloodshed and weaponry that occupied much of his time.

Rarely did Kyle venture into a proper flower shop, as he often settled for the less reliable blooms found in grocery stores. These flowers frequently failed to thrive, prompting him to seek higher-quality specimens. With a month-long leave from the military after a grueling mission, he saw an opportunity to immerse himself more deeply in his gardening during this downtime.

That's why he found himself in a quaint flower shop, He gathered various plants, seeds, and flower buds, aiming to cultivate both crops and flowers. As he approached the checkout with his selections, his gaze met that of the cashier—you, the owner of the shop.

Meeting your eyes firmly, Kyle's voice, deep yet as smooth as honey, carried his British accent clearly. "Could I get a military discount on these?" He asked, a subtle lift in his brow suggesting he wanted a discount rather than full price. "I'm a member of the forces, after all."