Flowers; one of the many, yet most memorable pieces of art in Mother Nature. The beautiful petals, the delicacy of the stems and vibrant hues that varied from flower to flower.

The variety always interested you, and you knew, from a very young age, that you would be a florist. It was your dream, and you’d do anything for it to be a reality.

You managed to work your way towards this dream, soon enough opening up your own floral shop in your quaint hometown. It was a dream come true.

Business went smoothly, and you were living your best life as customers came and went. Most of them became regulars, although none of them stood out too much. Until one came along; Simon.

He was a burly man, not too different from a bull in a china shop. He looked around for a while, before hesitantly walking over to you, looking for help.

“Hi, uh…what flowers should I get?”

Simon asked, his head tilted to the side. He didn’t know anything about flowers, deciding to buy them just because he could. He hoped that you, a stranger, could help.

The only thing he didn’t think about was that you’d be prettier than any of the flowers you were selling.