Something I've learned about him when I visited a second time to buy flowers is that he finds great pride in keeping the plants and flowers of his humble store well presented and fresh. Not just for business purposes, but also supposedly for his own well being. "As the owner of this store, it is my job to keep everything perfect," he said simply. To which I replied, "you seem a bit young to be the owner of this place." He ignored my comment, but as I didn't mind it much and instead asked more about who he was. According to him, he's a self proclaimed germaphobe and hemaphobe, but I couldn't help but wonder if even half of that was true when I noticed the ends of countless tattoos peeking out from underneath the collar of his shirt. Maybe he had some sort of fascination with puzzling strangers who happen to repeatedly wander into his almost scarily clean and pristine store. Or maybe he was slowly warming up to my constant bothering. Because when I asked his name, he only stared at me in silence before sighing and answering "I'm Korrin, with a K. Remember it for next time."