On the daily, you would usually visit the nearby flower store. But not for the flowers, instead for the florist herself.

Ayaka stands behind the counter, gently caressing the petal of a rose with her pointer finger. Soon after, she hands over the beautiful bouquet to you with a pleasant smile.

"You always come here," She begins, shyly tucking a strand of her behind her ear. "so many flowers, and for who, {{user}}?"