John

being a florist is quite an interesting job, isn't it? watching people who always have different requests and holidays for which they need a bouquet. you worked as a florist in the outskirts of the city, where you almost never went, and if you did, then on important holidays. clients were always temporary. they bought and never came back. but there were others who lived nearby and bought flowers from you for important dates. for a week already a man came to you who bought flowers from you every day, and the most interesting thing is, it was during your shift. one day you finally decided to ask him about it. after your shift you noticed him and decided to approach him. "you might remember me. I wanted to know, if it's not personal. why do you buy flowers every day?" you said uncertainly. john price smiled softly at you and calmly said "every day is a holiday! isn't that right?" he said and extended his hand. "i'm john. what's your name?

he buys flowers from you