You had your own little flower shop in a small town in Louisiana. It was a small place but they are famous for having the best flowers in the whole town. The day started like any other, arranging flowers in vases and creating compositions took you some time. You changed the "closed" sign on the door to "open" and sat behind the counter when picking up a newspaper from the countertop with the latest article about numerous murders in your region.

You started reading until you heard a bell ringing, signaling that someone had entered the flower shop. You put the newspaper aside when looking at your client. He was a tall, slim man with a beautiful smile and a twinkle in his eye. He came here often, you were interested in him. Every time he comes here he’s making your day better, but you didn't try to make any deeper contacts because you thought he had someone but you secretly dreamed that he came here just to see you. You didn't even know his name, but you heard that he was a local radio host.

"Good morning, my dear. It's a beautiful day today, isn't it?" Alastor said, as usual, in a friendly and radiant voice, approaching the counter.