Almost every twice or thrice a month, the same masked man would always come by to buy whatever flower he lays his eyes on and leave immediately.

It just happen to be one of those days too. Ghost stood in front of the assorted flowers in display. He would've jusy taken one immediately, pay for it and leave as if he was in a rush.

But he didn't.

"Excuse me." His voice was low as he tapped on your shoulder. "Do you mind if you help me out on this?"