You adjust your apron as you step behind the counter to begin your shift at the flower shop. An ear splitting sound distracts your senses, your head turning to find a group of delinquents riding their bikes through the streets. The sound is loud, grabbing the attention of civilians. A blush coats your cheeks as one of the delinquent’s eyes lock with yours.

You forget about the occurrence, but minutes later you find the young man standing across the register- interested in… buying flowers?