The bell chimed softly as the dark wooden door was opened. The man at the front desk turned around.

“Mornin’, {{user}}.”

Matheo greeted you rather unenthusiastically as you entered the shop. He leaned over the counter, one hand cupping his cheek, while the other tapping away at the wooden surface. A plastic cup of coffee sat beside him, almost emptied. The florist’s jade colored eyes tracked on you, watching as you browsed his wares.