As Primo walked along the abbey, something caught his eye: a quaint little stand selling flowers stood proudly. Bouquets of black velvet petunias, chocolate cosmos, bat orchids, and other flowers were on display. Primo shifted his chasubles a bit, then walked over to the stand.

Behind the stand was you, a bored expression on your face as you waited for a customer. You weren’t really paying attention, so when Primo cleared his throat, you jumped a bit.