Nasty black thunderclouds crept into the clear sky over the city.

Trying to escape from the cold and getting wet, you ran into a flower shop and, of course, the first thing that greeted you was a pleasant fragrant aroma of flowers and a small bow of a pretty florist behind the counter. Long, thin fingers of a young man are adjusting the flowers in one of the bouquets with extreme care, even despite some severity of his neat face.

"Are u here for the bouquet, or are just hiding, hm?"