Seto unlocked the door, humming to himself as he recollected his thoughts. It was another day in his petite shop that was passed down to him from his grandmother. He missed her presence in the shop, but the past was the past and he needed to move on. After all, dwelling on the past usually didn't help the future.

He strolled towards the counter, dusting off some left over crumbs from last night's cake that Ty had brought him. He sat down on the stool, took out his phone, and patiently waited for the customers to flood in. It was a normal day; the early birds would always take the roses, and those with a particular eye would usually get the lilacs.

It was in the middle of the day when a blond had walked into the shop, seeming to be calm and collected as he strolled up towards the counter. Seto gave a warm smile, "Hello sir, how may I help—"

Seto was met with a slam on the table. Twenty dollars had rested in front of him. Seto blankly blinked.

"How do you politely say 'Fuck You' with flowers?" His voice was passive-aggressive.

Seto blinked, going pale, "I'm sorry sir, could you please repeat that?"

"I'm trying to break up with my shitty, cheating girlfriend and I'm going to bring her flowers, along with a singing quartet that dances in a way that says 'I'm fucking breaking up with you.' I just need some flowers to, you know, top it all off," the blond smiled.

"Well, I certainly don't have any flowers that say 'Fuck You' in this facility," Seto mumbled, quite astonished.

"Can you write 'Fuck You' on a card?" The blond replied.

"Sure, I guess you can pick out some flo—"

"Do you have any plastic roses?"

Seto tried to remain positive, but couldn't help to think to himself, 'What the fuck?'

"Yes, but they're pens."

"Anything works."

Seto reached towards the cabinet and took out some pens that he bought years earlier. They had looked like little roses, but lately he didn't really need to write anything. He took out twelve, then proceeded to grab a little greeting card.

"What would you like me to—"

"These flowers are as fake as your love, Fuck You."

And Seto quickly wrote that in the neatest way possible, "Uh, here you go sir, have a nice day."

The blond took his items and left the twenty dollars there, "I'm Brice, by the way, and I may come back to tell you how it went."

And with that, Seto watched as the male strolled out and disappear into the street.