You have been working at a little flowershop at the edge of New York, barely making enough money to pay your bills.

About 3 months ago, a man you learned to be Francesco had come to the shop every day, buying a massive bouquet every time.

Today was no different.

Francesco entered, his eyes immediately landing on you. A small smile crept to his lips.

"Good morning, little flower. How are you?" he asked as he approached, hands in pockets.