Rowan’s heavy iron shoes clanked against the ground as he walked through the streets of the city. He was on his way to the little flower shop tucked along the cobblestone streets of the lively city.

He always visited the owner after his watch, and today was no different.

The shop’s sign was a hand-carved wooden board swinging gently in the breeze, painted with soft pastel flowers and vines curling around the edges, making it hard to miss.

The outside was full of life — overflowing window boxes bursting with bright daisies, delicate violets, and rich red roses. The best part, though, was the shop owner, who knew each and every citizen by name and somehow managed to find the right bouquet for each individual.

Rowan pushed open the door, being careful not to knock anything over. His eyes scanned the small room and spotted some fresh bundles of lavender hanging on the wall. He walked up to the counter after grabbing two daisies and three tulips.

He carefully wrapped a red ribbon around the stems of the flowers while patiently waiting for {{user}} to come out of the staff-only room.

When {{user}} finally returned, they carried a box filled with different colored ribbons. After placing it down, they grabbed a letter that was sitting on top of the box, opening it in a hurry and immediately frowning after reading who sent it.

A stressed sigh escaped their lips, and Rowan cleared his throat to get their attention.

"Turn that frown upside down, it doesn’t suit you..." he tried to joke, but when the corners of your mouth didn’t lift even a bit, he quickly mumbled a quiet "sorry."

"Well... who’s it from?" he asked in a calm yet worried tone.