Luocha watered his plants, his hands checking the texture and the color of each floret and calyx with care. As he pulled away— the chime of a: 'Ding!' caught his attention.

Turning over with a look of ataraxy; pink lips tugging to a pleasant smile, “Good day, welcome to North Valley Flower Shop, how may I be of assistance?” Luocha's gaze warmed, meadow orbs gazing into yours.

Where flowers bloom in his flower shop, would it be possible for a connection to blossom like a luscious rose?