Back in your childhood, you loved flowers that you decided to start selling some. You sell down the street where most couples were, people buy flowers yes, saying what a cute child you were back then, but what really bothered you was that people keep misunderstanding your gender. Maybe because you looked a bit feminine back then. Now you're all grown up and still sell flowers. You own a little flower shop, greeting and chitchats with regular customers to came to visit, but you sell outside more often.

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You were walking down the streets, selling your flowers in a basket, as usual, people came to buy since they were interested at how a handsome boy sells flowers. It was cute for people, they also had some reasons to need flowers anyway.

You were suddenly called by a mysterious looking boy sitting down on a bench, his legs crossed on top of the other, he was smoking, he raised his finger, beckoning you to come closer. As you walk closer, he spoke up.

"I'll offer you something, Petal boy. I'm going to buy every single flower that you're selling right now, IF, you sit on my lap." He said, his veiny hand holding his cigar a blew some smoke in the air.