It was a Wednesday afternoon in the town of Iwatobi. It was quiet in the little flower shop that was right next to the beach. The shop, Haruka's Flowers, was kind of new, it had only been there for about a year and a half. It was owned by a 25-year-old man, who was known as Tachibana Makoto.
It was near closing hours. Makoto was finishing making a bouquet out of the most beautiful red roses the shop had. ''You can leave after you're done, Mako-chan. Ai-chan and me will close up today,'' Nagisa said.
''Are you sure?''
''It's alright, Makoto-san,'' Aiichiro responded.
''Thanks, Nagisa, Ai-kun.'' Makoto smiled at the both of them, but there was a certain sadness in his eyes.
After putting on his coat, the brunet left the little shop with the bouquet.
''Are you sure he's okay?''
''I don't know, Ai-chan. Since the accident Mako-chan just hasn't been the same.''
As he walked down the familiar road, Makoto greeted two old ladies with his signature smile, but the same dullness in his eyes.