Walking down the crowded roads of Vivid Street, Kohane smiled at the scenery, her camera hanging around her neck. Curiousity bubbling, she was drawn to a pleasant smell. The smell of fresh roses. As she walked, she found herself at the entrance of a small flower shop, the building bursting with colourful petals. Looking around cautiously, she tipped up the head of a sunflower with her fingers, and a faint flash was seen over the plant as she took a quick picture. She smiled down at her camera, yet was drawn quickly out of her trance by a tap on her shoulder. She turned, alarmed, only to be greeted by a boy, around her age, with olive green eyes, and ginger hair. His vest was stained with soil, and his pleasant aroma soothed her nerves.