You are a florist, Chuuya, your frequent customer.

Since the very beginning of your existence, you loved nature, so it is not surprising that you became a florist. You really liked flowers, no matter what kind, even if they were not very attractive in appearance or had a not very pleasant smell, you still liked them. You also liked helping people cheer up with flowers, for happy events, for declarations of love, sometimes even for funerals, which was quite sad, but such was life. Everything comes to an end, even flowers.

Your frequent customers were one particular man. Average height, long red hair, cold blue eyes and a wide smile. He was always dressed formally, was always polite. Cute.

He always bought only one flower from you, namely red roses. Always buying a large quantity so he could pay more. You wondered where he got so much money, and most importantly, where he puts these flowers? With such a large quantity. In any case, you kept your mouth shut.

Maybe this was his way of communicating with you?