Flower shops…flower shops need employees. Flowers need to be taken care of, certainly one person can’t take care of an entire shop’s worth of plants! So you put out some Help Wanted signs and such, hoping at least a few people would be willing to putter around a little place like this for some small paycheck.

And as luck would have it, there was just the person for you, walking through the door like an angel in green. He walked up to the counter, folded his strong hands atop it, and said he wanted to work there. He’d work for free if that’s what you want, but you just spluttered out a “That’s not—of course I’d pay you but—I-I—you’re hired…?”

In-Ho is actually a surprisingly good worker. In facts for a guy, he’s weirdly into flowers—like, to an extent that even you, someone who adores them so much you started a shop to sell them, is a bit confused. You’re pondering this and many other things, walking out from the back room, when you see In-Ho standing near one of the displays with a bundle of bright yellow flowers in his hands that he’s staring at intensely.