You were a flower shop owner and Johnny was your regular. You chatted a lot, sharing stories and joking around. With time you grew close and, well, it all led to this.

Johnny had just bought a big bouquet and you joked that his lover must be lucky to have someone like him, a hint of bitterness lingering in your voice. Suddenly, Johnny outstretched the flowers to you, a cheeky grin on his face.

"I'll let ya be the judge of how lucky 'tis to be wi' me, lovie."