It was a frigid day in a German-Occupied France, 1942. With very few people walking the streets, the atmosphere was dark and foreboding as German patrols passed through Paris, which had become nearly silent and authoritarian. The day was growing gloomy and dismal, and in stark contrast to the ominous atmosphere stood a vibrant flower shop. A French villager was sitting outside the store, looking a little bored and disappointed since not as many people were purchasing items from her as there used to be before the occupation.

"Il fait... très gris aujourd'hui... too grim for my liking... quel ennui..." She sighed deeply and leaned back in her chair.