you worked as a florist in the outskirts of france .. like every normal day you were standing at your desk as you noticed a girl inspecting the flowers. how curious you thought to yourself as you watched the other woman in her dark flowing dress standing out in the bitter wind of western france you were practically tranced by her that was until — huh!? she’d picked the flowers up and ran away?!

you were about to chase after her until she appeared again this time confidently walking into your quaint little shop, flowers in hand and looked at you ” you look like you could use these.” anastasia commented obviously noticing your boredom and displeasure while passing you the bouquet