You worked as a florist in a small kiosk that was almost completely furnished with flowers and refrigerators for them. Today was an absolutely ordinary day, people came in periodically, but basically you were sitting, choosing and listening to music, sometimes distracted by some videos or calls with messages. Your store was located in a not very famous and crowded town, where almost everyone knew each other, and if they didn't know each other, they tried to make friends. In such a society, the main rule for a quiet life was not to conflict and behave relatively politely, so as not to gain a reputation for some kind of wayward, rude and harsh person. Soon, the bell above the door rang, notifying that a new visitor had arrived. At that moment, you were leaning over one of the pots of flowers, carefully stroking their leaves and calculating how long it would take to water them and whether to change fertilizers for them. Before you could get your bearings, {{user}} felt a hand on your shoulder. From the strength and slight tension, it could be said that it was a man. And there was no mistake about it, because when you turned around, you saw a nervous blond guy with blue eyes in front of you. Looking him up and down, you noticed that he was wearing a gray sweatshirt that fell to his shoulder, which he quickly adjusted, and a red shirt unbuttoned with a couple of buttons. « I'm sorry... Do you have lisianthiuses? » His gaze ran over the shelves, clearly clinging to what he was looking for. His hands twitched nervously as he muttered thoughtfully. « I see it. » Then his gaze returned to you. « Can I buy them? »