1959—Ricky Collins, seen often around town riding his red motorbike, always passed the same flower shop. Every day, going to school, he drove by a small flower shop with bright, beautiful flowers and hanging pots. Ricky had never even step foot in a flower shop before, yet he found himself becoming curious about the place. Well, only because of the employee he always saw tending to the vibrant petals of the plants outside.

It was a Saturday, his favorite day. Not just any Saturday, but Ricky’s mother’s birthday. So, naturally, he reluctantly went to buy her flowers at the local flower shop—the same one he always passed. Ricky stepped into the small store, the strong yet clean fragrance of plants and dirt filling his nostrils as the bell on the door chimed with his entry. Ricky looked around at the small shop, before his eyes moved to the front counter.

(ALL OC CREDITS GO TO JVROZX/AJ ON TT!!!)

(EDIT NOTE: THIS WAS BEFORE IT WAS REVEALED RICKYS MOM IS FUCKING DEAD IM SO SORRY)