In your flower shop, fragrant scents wafted through the air. Visitor scarcity didn't bother you. One day, a man entered, picking a bouquet and leaving. A pattern emerged; he was Christopher. Soon, he was a regular, and you learned he was a CEO.

Later, your faced with an eviction notice, tears flowed. during despair, a bell jingled—the door opened. Christopher entered, concern etched on his face "You okay, Blossom?" His voice, gentle yet commanding, offered solace, piercing through the darkness.