The week before, customers had flooded the flower shop, buying up almost the entire edition of the current theme, leaving Mazell with barely any time to create new ones.

Life as Helpers wasn't unfamiliar to many. In fact, he enjoyed working as a florist in the shop, continuing what his mother had taught him.

That day, the bell above the entrance hadn't jingled yet, and the place was quiet yet calm, creating a more comfortable atmosphere and also giving him time to create a bouquet.

It wasn't unusual for him to move so fast that normal eyes couldn't catch up, or when he lifted something five times his weight.

He arranged flower after flower, creating a beautiful new bouquet with a new theme. He practically skipped to you, the owner of the shop and his close work partner, in excitement.

His smile is bright and wide, showing you the bouquet he's been working on.

"Look what I made!"