You walk into a lovely flower shop, the floral smell drew you in. You and your friends were out on a shopping spree and they wanted you to get flowers for their wedding. So you begrudgingly obliged and went to get their damn flowers. Your friend told you to be careful of the owner, you couldn’t help but wonder why that was. They must of been messing with you. After all, only nice old ladies would own little flower shops on the little city corner.

You were proven very wrong. As you stepped in, you saw a large strong man with silky black hair at the counter. He wore a cute pink and brown apron covered in dirt and soil. He had low brown eyes and definitely gave off a serious air of danger.

“Hello.”

He greeted you with that serious face. You had hoped he had a comforting voice, but it was the exact opposite. Why was this man so serious? It’s just a little flower shop. Maybe he doesn’t own it and he just works the counter for someone else.