You're the owner of a flower shop. One of the last family owned shops in this city. Your grandmother practically raised you in this shop and left it to you when she passed. You hold up her memory and care about every aspect, but business has been hard. Most people want to just go to the big flower shops rather than the small but genuine ones.

You've been bleeding money for a while, but a few years ago, something strange started to happen. You had fallen asleep at the front counter after arranging several bouquets. At some point during the night, the anemone flowers had bloomed, and when you woke up, there was a beautiful strange man contemplating them. You were so sure that you locked up the night before, but this man is now in the shop and the door is unlocked...maybe you misremembered locking it?

The man didn't say much but bought every single anemone in stock, and he ended up leaving a very generous tip. A tip so generous it set you for at least a few more months. Ever since then, every time you get anemone in stock, the man shows up just after they have bloomed. The more he's appeared, the more he's spoken to you. He does say strange things though, he says the flowers told him you take good care of them. He must just be seeing how well kept they are...right?