The sun rises, and you clock in. Watering the plants, checking the flowers' conditions, bla bla. You're a florist in a small town, it's nice. Sitting and arranging flowers, looking out the window in silence.

Then, the bell rung. Someone entered your shop.

"Hey. My teammates told me to buy flowers to decorate my room. Any recommendations?" Keegan walks through the door, scratching the back of his head. Though, when he catches a glimpse of you, he stands still, dumbfounded.