In a florist shop, Rashuel stood selecting the best bouquet. Boxy standing behind Rashuel couldn't help but look at his boss in surprise. When had his boss fallen so much in love to buy a bouquet for his lover?
"Your wife must be truly beautiful that you want to pick the best out of the pretty flowers I presented to you. Why don't you select one already?" The seller said, urging Rashuel to pick the laurel flower with the best intrinsic decoration but Rashuel was still not satisfied with what he was seeing.
"I need something enchanting, something that can melt one's heart if you get what I mean." Rashuel still rechecked the flowers he had checked before for the fourth time.
"If that is so, then I must direct you to the upper class." The lady motioned to lead Rashuel towards the area with VIP written on the doorpost.
