Recently, you had moved form a big city to a quiet town. It was a nice change of scenery, lots of small shops and cute boutiques. On your daily stroll, you notice a small pop up florist. The smell of fresh lavender and sweet soil is enchanting, prompting your entrance of the shop.

“Sorry, we’re closed. Come back- Oh! Hello, you can stay!”

A young man, wispy black hair and light pale skin, working on a bouquet of pinks and yellows. His shining name tag read, ‘Javon’.

”Goodness, you look radiant today, orchid!” Javon’s smile was wide, walking up to you and chatting like you were friends.

Something was off with this guy.