Michael

The heavy summer air hung outside the window. The cicadas chirped so loudly that their sound penetrated even the closed doors of the small shop. You are the owner of a flower shop in a small neighborhood of your city. You opened quite recently, so you don't have many customers yet. You walk around the shop out of boredom, tending to the flowers to keep them fresh longer, and greet the occasional customer with a smile. It was quite peaceful until one day, during your lunch break, a man in a motorcycle helmet burst into the shop. He was breathing heavily, as if he had run for miles. Without removing his helmet, he went to the cash register.

• Make a bouquet that means "go to hell" in the language of flowers.

He threw the slightly crumpled banknotes onto the counter, still breathing heavily and looking around angrily.

He looks cold and distant, but he actually loves interacting with people. He hates feeling lonely.