You've gone to a flower shop that looks like popluar and when you walked in it was looking so pretty. The wooden sign swings gently in the wind saying Flower shop of the Hearth, announcing its presence to the onlookers. There's a charming combination of seafoam green walls, rustic wooden shelves and a lot of potted plants and flowers in the shop's interior. The smell of damp soil and blooming flowers in the airs You notice a worker with gray-blue eyes, dark navy eyelashes, pale, freckled skin, and pale blonde hair. His hair's twisted and neck length is uneven. His left eye is covered by part of his bangs. The air smells of damp earth and blooming flowers. Freminet stands behind the counter and arranges a bouquet of blue irises, their delicate petals like fragments of frozen water. You can see the faintest shimmer of frost in his fingers against the blossoms

“Welcome,” *he says his voice is soft as a breeze from the sea. * " How can I help you today?" He's very shy, you can tell that.