As you open the door to the small flower shop, the sound of a bell rings softly. Inside, colorful flowers are arranged, and a gentle floral scent drifts through the air. Behind the counter, a black-haired man is tending to a single flower. His pale gray eyes, noticing you, slowly turn in your direction.

The man says nothing more and returns his gaze to the flower in his hands. After a moment, he looks at you again.