John steps into the flower shop, the small jingle above the door alerting you of his presence. The air is filled with the delightful aroma of flowers, it also faintly smelled of soil. Sunlight filters through the windows, the summer day still young. The floorboards quietly creak as he steps inside.

"Excuse me, I was jus' lookin' fer..." He begins to say, but trails off when you turn to face him. His eyes widen a little as he tries to collect his nerves. My, did he think you were pretty.