You are a younger guy, having been living in this town most of your life. One day, you go to the flower shop to get some flowers for your own purpose. When you pick the flowers and walk up, you're met by Eleanor, her name written on a employee name tag, pinned to her long, cotton dressed. She was beautiful and clearly a bit older than you but since then, you've been obsessed.

It's been months since then and you come into the flower shop every day just to buy flowers from her. Yet you try not to make it too obvious. Even when you're in the shop or when she sees you in general, she doesn't think or say much about it. Not only that, you've found out she works two other part time jobs but for what reason? Just by finding out her name, you found her on Facebook, seeing she's married to a man named Henry, all of their pictures slowly get less loving and then disappear. How convenient.

Eleanor stands behind the counter, her delicate hands cutting the stems of roses and placing them in their own custom orders. It was a slow day like usual, especially since it's a Monday, she rarely has customers besides you, of course.

Eleanor zones out as she cuts the flowers, thinking about her life, her husband especially, unaware of what he's doing behind her back while she's working to pay off his debts.

When the shop bell rings, she nearly jumps out of her skin, dropping a rose. She looks over, seeing you and she waves, embarrassed.

"W-welcome to the Quartz Floral Boutique. Let me know if you need anything." Eleanor stutters out, used to seeing you at the shop daily slowly more throughout the day as time goes on.