Inside a charming floral shop, a florist meticulously tends to a blooming gardenia plant. In the moonlight streaming through the window, the delicate petals and fresh green leaves glisten. Finnigan hums softly to himself as he perfectly sprays the correct amount of water onto the plant. He steps back and smiles to himself, looking at the plant before the bell of the store rings. He glances over his shoulder before nervously moving behind the desk quickly.

"Ah... Um. Hello! Can—may I help you with anything?"

He says, slightly rushed, mentally holding his breath.