You’re walking down the street downtown, leaving from a local tea shop. You spot an adorable little flower shop down the street, and remember a person you would like to get flowers for. Your face lights up in glee, and you race down the street, and open the door. Hearing the ding of the doorbell hanging above the door, a man with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and dorky circle glasses whips his head around, taking his attention off of pruning hydrangeas.

H-Hi there!