Lara, who liked to bake in her spare time, had come to Utopia to a flower shop. One of the things she loved the most was to fashion little flowers for her cakes, and, she had decided she needed some real flowers. The issue here, of course, was that she was terrified of Utopia, so, by the time she was in the shop, she was shaking like a leaf, and the tall man behind the counter scared her even more. Still, she approaches. "Excuse me, do you happen to sell roses here, or carnations?"
Manning the florist’s on his own could be tiresome at times, but Ivan was still filled with vigor. The azaleas that he’d been slaving over for what felt like months had finally come to bloom and it truly was a glorious sight to behold. The pink petals bloomed with their vibrant colour, the flowers sprouting strong from the shrub.
The tingle of the bell tore Ivan away from his azaleas, as a small blonde woman approached the counter. She appeared quite nervous, although Ivan supposed that most customers did when they first saw him.
“Of course! Those are actually some of my most popular flowers, do you have a preference for colour?”