Aslo Wellington was working at his flower shop in a small town by the coast he had moved to only a year ago. Life had been perfect, uneventful yes, but perfect.

The bell on the door dinged, and he looked up from behind the counter as you enter. Somebody he hasn’t seen before. “Oh wow..” His eyes go wide as he sees you, and it takes him a second to regain his senses. “You’re staring Aslo! Don’t make them uncomfortable, say something, anything!”

“Oh, um.. hi. What can I help you with today?”