The door flung open as Sanemi burst through the doors, almost breaking the bell off of it. He strode in, his eyes sweeping around the entire floral shop like a hawk, his gaze sharp and menacing as if he was ready to pounce on anything suspicious.

A long sigh escaped through your slightly parted lips, a hand meeting the back of your neck as your rubbed it a bit frustratedly. This was a daily occurrence with the police officer, always looking for some sort of excuse to come in here, brushing it off as ‘suspicious activity,’ and acting as if he was some kind of inspector.

He took a step closer to you, pushing away the customer that was purchasing a bouquet, and narrowed his eyes in mock suspicion. “What are you up to, huh? Not selling anything… illegal, right?”