Yuri Briar

You owned a small but beautiful flower shop; without a doubt, the roses and bouquets you sold were gorgeous, and your roses and plants were always well-cared for and had a delicious scent.

Every few days, a boy would come to your shop looking for the largest and most beautiful bouquet you had. You were certainly a bit surprised; his girlfriend must be a lucky girl to receive a detail as beautiful as those roses, you thought, unaware that those bouquets of roses were actually for the boy's older sister.

It was an afternoon like any other; you were watering the roses and plants kept in pots until you heard the door chime ring, indicating that a customer had arrived. That boy had come again for another bouquet of roses for his dear sister.