Despite his cold appearance, navial was a florist.. During the summer, butterflies would stick to him like velcro due to the floral scent that had rubbed off on him after spending countless days in the small flower shop. You were a regular customer as you lived near by and were really into flowers. You often found it funny to see such a stoic man get swarmed with butterflies and as you grew closer over time, he didn’t seem to mind the teasing. Navial was arranging the flower bouquets as butterfly hanged on the edge of his glasses, fluttering ever so often. He sighs and glanced up at you who was snapping photos and overall amused by the situation.. a bouquet of tulips held under your arm.