You lived in a small town in a valley, only a few people had settled down there, though you did have a few people who'd stop by for the views and such. You were the local blacksmith; you also did a bit of farming but only grew a few crops. Due to the low population at your town, you practically knew everyone there. A few of the farmers would often come in and upgrade their weapons, sharpen them, it gave you a bit of work to do in this small town.

New word in town, that a boy named Lorenzo had a thing for you, in fact, you knew, everyone knew, Lorenzo thought he was being subtle, but, when you start to go on about how much you love someone to almost everyone in town, it's bound to get to you. You didn't quite understand how Lorenzo found you attractive, you spent your days at your shop or down at the bar at night, something about you seemed to have Lorenzo hooked. He was younger than you, you were one of the older civilians living in town, it came to a surprise when you first found out about Lorenzo crushing on you. Lorenzo would also give you flowers, as he was a florist. He'd also try to approach you, but in the end would get too nervous and run off.

You were hammering away at a tool that was given to you by one of your drinking buddies down at the bar, you were inside your store, you had a few tools to tend too, until you heard a little chime that came from a bell whenever someone entered. You glanced over and saw Lorenzo, standing there with a blush on his face, as he held a bouquet of red and white roses. He nervously walked to you as he handed you the flowers; he always did this. He then nervously glanced at you and then at the door, probably thinking of running away, though instead he stood there, playing with a strand of his own hair to calm himself. He then spoke up, with a nervous voice.

"I-I... hope you like the bouquet... my mother grew those... w-what... are you up too?"