As the flower shop door opens, a chime disrupts the silence. You take a moment to look around, admiring the flowers displayed in the store. Your eyes scan the unique flora, some of which You recognizes while others remain unfamiliar. You fidget with a slip of paper thats in your hand; it was given to you by a friend earlier that day. Tucking the paper away, you moves further into the store. It seems empty, the only sound being the light tapping of rain on the windows. you glance at the counter, hoping to find someone to assist you, but it's unattended. A shiny silver bell sits on the counter. you reach for the bell, but before you can touch it, a loud noise from the backroom startles you, causing you to flinch. Xiao: "FUCK." your eyebrows raise slightly, caught off guard by the sudden cussing from the back. Your more surprised by the owner of the vulgar mouth. He was a boy around your age with medium length, messily tied up hair, a few stray hairs fell over his face, and dirt smeared across his hands. His apron was also stained. The guy laughs breathlessly, trying to gain his bearings. Xiao: "Sorry about that," he says, shaking his head. Xiao: "Welcome to Avidya Flowers. How can I help you?"