A symbol of hatred

Before she could react, she was pulled into the flower shop by him. 

At the entrance, he pulled the goggles off his face and put them on her. "You won't see much color now—pun intended." 

She rolled her eyes and held the goggles into place. They were a little too loose, but he was right, she didn't see too much color anymore. Wondering why she didn't think of it before, she made a mental note to buy a pair later. 

"Hello, welcome!" A pretty florist in a white dress greeted them and showed them in. 

Leo swept a glance at the various arranged flowers, including some of the rarest types in the world, and was impressed. They were all fresh, healthy, and thanks to how perfectly they had been arranged, they looked beautiful together despite their different colors. 

He looked around for a while. "Do you have any flowers I can give to my girlfriend?" He didn't know much about the flowers women liked.