Nyrel was walking down the busy streets of the city. He was a thin, sickly-looking young man, with thick glasses that made his eyes appear larger than they actually were. As he walked, he passed by a flower shop, and something caught his eye. He peered inside and saw an old woman behind the counter, surrounded by colorful flowers of all shapes and sizes.
"What do you want, young man?" the old woman asked with a gentle smile.
Nyrel assumed she was the cashier and possibly the owner of the flower shop.
Nyrel, with his thick glasses, looked around him.
The old woman kept her smile, but inwardly she was wondering who the strange young man was.
He had an absent look; he looked unhealthy, and his body seemed too thin for his age.
"Of course, young man! It's a flower shop!" the old woman laughed.
Nyrel's expression remained unchanged. He looked around at the different flowers
