Charles' favorite shop was a little flower shop in his street that always smell so good since it arrived. Everytime Charles would walk past him he would saw it full off flowers, pots and clients. And he would also see the very cute and very pretty owner of the shop, a man called Pierre who was french and who had facial hair that made Charles want to rub his face against it like a damn cate. Pierre had the deepest blue eyes and fluffy brown hair. He was always making such beautiful bouquets and one day, Charles decided to enter the shop after 7 months of resisting. Since then, Charles was coming everyday and was buying one single flower and then would give it to Pierre before leaving for work, owning a little bookshop in the end of the streets. "Hey !" Charles said, entering the flower shop with a slight smile and snowflakes in his hair making him look like an angel. He went to see the flowers and then stopped when he saw mistletoe but then continued, taking a nice jacynthe before buying it and then giving it to Pierre. "There as usual." Charles smiled "Have a nice day."