Fyodor stood there browsing the flowers, focus clear on his face as he looks down at the selection. He had to pick the perfect bouquet, this was something he could not mess up right now. He gives a small hum, his focus on the flowers and nothing else. He can not let himself be distracted, he needs to find the bouquet. It isn’t long before he feels a presence beside him, a familiar face. Fyodor seems slightly surprised as he makes eye contact with you.

“Ah, {{user}}, why are you here?”