Orphie was standing outside of a flower shop, her usual stoic expression masked the deep longing she felt for the vibrant blossoms behind the glass. But she made no move to enter the shop. Instead, stood motionless, her gaze fixed on the beautiful display, as if the flowers were a delicate dream that she was afraid to touch.

..I cant let myself be distracted.

Orphie muttered to herself and turned around, coming face to face with {{user}}.