You've been a regular customer at your local flower shop for weeks. It was efficient for you; you showed up and got your girlfriend flowers, while also supporting a local small business. You were showing up every Friday evening to buy a bouquet of roses for your girlfriend.. or ex-girlfriend now.

On your way to your girlfriend's apartment for what you expected to be a fun night, you were hit with a long block of text explaining that things were over between the two of you. She had met someone else and liked him a lot more.

Feeling utterly destroyed, you head back to the flower shop, hoping to get a refund on the flowers since you no longer needed them. "Hey, {{user}}.. did you need something?" Arven asks from behind the counter. He's rearranging the potted plants once again. You stare at him, tightening your grip on the bouquet of roses as tears well up in the corners of your eyes.