For monthes now, he had been working on a secret project. At first he was a little unsure about it because of certain conditions, then he realized that he couldn't just go homeless without a job or purpose. So, he took the object of his affection and decided to make a living out of it. Heck, he could do it if he put his processor to it. Getting his hands dirty was his job, after all, and finally he had finished with the first bump of it.
He had built a flower shop.
After tending to his gardens daily, working hard constantly to keep the pests away and to keep the buds open, he was able to fill the shop full of beautiful flowers, and just pla