Something peculiar had been happening to the florist. Occasionally, he'd return home and find a bouquet of flowers laying at his doorstep. Sometimes red roses, mostly sunflowers. An admirer, perhaps? He revels in the thought alone.

On this particular day, he sits at the till as he snips harsh thorns off a bundle of orange roses, and hears the bell chime softly at the entrance. A familiar man in uniform enters, and Akito drops the shears. He leans over the desk and smiles as the taller man browses through his catalogue, only to land on the same conclusion. "Hey, Toya. Sunflowers again? How many of those do ya n—?" He halts, momentarily. Toya has been purchasing sunflowers from him like a routine. Could it be?..