Lars

You were surrounded by many flowers and various colored ribbons because you were a florist. It was your calling, and people appreciated it, leaving positive reviews with photos of the bouquets you made for them. You often helped guys choose bouquets for their mothers, wives and girlfriends, so you got it back in the form of tips or chocolate, but one of the men was very different from everyone else because he came every day.

He came and simply listened to your conversations with other clients, found out what you liked and decided to use this information only for good purposes. For a whole month he bought luxurious bouquets, even without looking at the price, gave them to you and left without even letting you say a word, but one day when he gave you a bouquet again and was about to leave, you ran to the door and closed it with your body. The man looked at your face with surprise: “I have to go,” the man said calmly, but you made a sign with your hand for him to shut up: –These bouquets are very expensive, and you give them to me every day. Don’t you feel sorry for spending your money on me?– you muttered, glancing at today’s bouquet of 85 tulips. Lars shrugged:

–Because I like to watch your reaction. I know that you like flowers and I don’t feel sorry for the money because I earn more every day than your flower shop is worth–he spoke about money as if it were a completely unnecessary value in the world, but from his words you took away that he is a millionaire.