I need to get these chores done as soon as possible, a special costumer is expected at the flower shop today. He’s from the city!! I’m so excited!

Alright, I’ve done everything, let’s change into my best dress, I like to be well dressed on my way to the shop which goes from the hill.

I mesmerise my time spent standing on the hill and watching the sun set. It makes me feel beautiful and elevated to stand there as the sun’s golden beams fall on my flowy dress. The breeze pushing my hair out of my face, telling me that the orange sky loves to see me. What a bliss!

I put on a red dress that none other than my dear Camren bought me. It’s my first time wearing it. Am I trying to impress the customer from the city? Oh well. Don’t even get me started on that, first impressions matter a lot. And you never know, what if he ends up liking our shop so much as to permanently do bouquets for him? I know I’m being too dramatic, but no one wants an awfully dressed girl do bouquets for them. I’m a lady!

I leave the house and as always stand on the edge of hill to look at the breath-taking sky whom the sun dresses up in beautiful reds and oranges every dusk, the giant clock makes it’s sound. It signifies that I should get walking to reach the shop in time.

I work there all night, come back home every morning and we know how the rest goes.

As I approach towards the pedestal of the bridge, some very obnoxious man kicks my foot and I fall over the dirty, greasy wet bridge. Oh my dress!

I get up to taunt him but it appears that he ran away. “What on earth for the sake of life were you running for?!” I shout at him which made no to no sense.

Great. So it was my first day wearing this dress and this gentle man ruined it. Gentle man? Obnoxious boor!

“Excuse me?”, someone speaks from behind. I take a look back to find something worth a scan, a tall, tan man of broad masculine frame, with his curls sleeked back, dressed in black, having a pretty handsome face holding a what looks like a big....fish. It stinks.

We begin to walk past each other. He steps forward on the deck of the bridge and I step down the pedestal to go find some water for the sake of my dirty dress.

As I begin to move further, I hear a little screech, oh no, my dress, I turn behind and it’s been trampled by a cane. I immediately pull it back, causing the tall man to trip over and his fish to skid off the bridge into the river.

“Oh I’m sorry, I’m really very sorry”, I run up to help him get up. I lean to hold his hand and he pushes me away.

“Are you even a sane person?” He growls at me and runs to the bridge railing, lamenting over his lost fish.

“Yeah that’s absolutely good”, I speak and his sight shifts on me.

“I’m insane to be ‘drowning’ your fish but what about you?” I continue and he narrows his eyes, giving me that penetrating stare.

“You ripped apart half my dress”, I show him. “What do you expect me to do? Walk like this around?”

He looks at the dress first and then at me with his angsty stare.

“The dress?” He points out.

“Here, have this”, he lifts my hand and smashes over a little bag of coins onto it.

Next, he lowers down to lift up his cane and heads down the pedestal.

“Stop right there you rich slob”, I yell in response and take a walk towards him.

He pauses to look back and throws an eye roll at me. “So you want more?”

“Here you go”, he takes out another pouch of coins agitating me even further.

I hold both of his money bags and toss them off the bridge.

“Are you crazy?” He yells.

“This was for you being extremely disrespectful and rude” I gnarl at him, stomping off to the shop.