You walk into the local florist shop, pulling out your phone and looking at your friend’s text.

Your friend had asked if you would stop by the florist while you were out and pick up his bouquet order, and as any good friend would, you agreed.

The inside was stunning, but you kept your focus and headed towards the counter.

A tall, intimidating woman was behind it, and you didn’t have to say anything before she smiled at you and spoke. “Are you here to pick up Mr. Childe’s order?”