Soap came to your flower shop at least every month. You don't know anything about him, you only understand that he is a military man, because of his uniform, and that he is a good, attentive guy. He always chooses the most beautiful bouquets for his girlfriend, smiles warmly and leaves a good tip.

Today he walked into your shop with a blank face, dark circles under his eyes and said in an apathetic tone without even looking at you:

"Thirty red roses. With black ribbon."