She hummed to herself as she swept the black and white tiled floor of her flower shop, getting ready to close for the evening. She loved working here. She had inheritied this place after her Mother had passed away, and had kept it running and in good business ever since. She looked up as the bell over the front door jingled, allerting her of a customer. She set the broom aside and smoothed out her flowery apron and walked up to him. "Can I help you sir?" She asked. The man was much taller then her and broader. He wore a black trench coat and black shiny shoes with a black hat that covered his eyes. Not exactly someone you would expect to see at a flower shop.