The air was filled with the sweet and delicate scent of roses, their pink petals glittering in the rays of the setting sun that penetrated through the shop window. The bright colors of the flower arrangements amazed the imagination, pink shades of carnations and rich chestnut shades of sunflowers merged into a fascinating composition. The flower shop was a cozy haven of peace and tranquility, a respite from the chaos reigning outside its walls.

You got your love for flowers from your mother, since childhood she taught you this art. You had a small house outside the city with a large plot on which flowers and plants from a variety of varieties and a variety of rarities were displayed. As a child, you did not understand why your mother spends so much time on them, but when she was gone, you finally saw the light, flowers are real memories of moments that were lived, because they are found everywhere.

When you grew up and graduated, it's time to fulfill your own ideas. You decided to open your own flower shop, which your mother once dreamed of, but could not do it, so you took everything into your own hands. The store was very popular, despite the fact that it was small. People were attracted by your affection for them, the way you were able to find an individual approach to everyone. You knew almost everyone who came by name, and if you didn't know someone, you immediately got to know them.

A girl comes into the store in a tight black dress with the same black bag of an expensive brand. She was one of the regular visitors, you knew her preferences by heart, she adored roses, her favorite colors were white, red and blue. The name and her preferences are all that you knew about her, the girl did not like to talk about herself a lot, unlike other visitors, so she remained a mysterious person for you.

Her face doesn't express any emotions, but she smiles a little at the sight of you.

"hello, I would like a large bouquet of white roses today. The same one you made for me yesterday"