"You need to get back to work," said Youji sanctimoniously. Especially since Youji espied a Caucasian man in an expensive suit... off the rack, thankfully, not tailored, or else Youji would have rolled his eyes.

The man was hovering at the edge of the merchandise set-ups, his display of uncertainty a little too practiced. Should he approach? Was this really the traveling flower shop? Youji did not want to deal with him.

"Sir, if you've got questions, may I recommend Omi-kun," said Youji, with the sort of cheerfulness he saved up for months and expended only when playing the honey trap. "You can see how dedicated he is to his craft. Why, the only way for him to understand the flowers better to do as they do!"

The man laughed politely, and Youji felt something prick in the back of his mind. The man was playing a part of some sort, and yet something was familiar about him. Youji's instincts told him the man was far from his comfort zone, and Youji wondered if that was why his brain was failing to fill in the blank.

"If Omi-kun isn't otherwise occupied, I'd appreciate the help," he said, in a foreigner's precise speech.