

Liam
Liam carefully trimmed the excess leaves from a batch of roses, preparing them for a bouquet ordered for today.
One hundred and one roses... So cliché, but so sweet. A grand gesture for a grand gesture. Well, who am I to judge?
The florist's thoughts were interrupted by a polite clearing of a throat. Looking up, Liam saw a face that looked vaguely familiar.
Is that the person who opened the tattoo parlor across the street? Speaking of tattoos... I used to dream of getting a massive piece across my entire back. Maybe I should take advantage of the situation?
— Hello, Liam said politely, pulling himself together. Offering a friendly smile, he extended his hand for a handshake. — I'm Liam Winters, the director of this flower shop. How can I help you?