[h3][color=f49ac2]Sage Winter[/color][/h3]

[color=f49ac2]"Goodbye Mrs.Harris, I'll see you soon!"[/color] Sage said kindly to his final customer of the evening, seeing her out the door. With a content sigh, Sage turned the sign hanging on his door from [i]"Open"[/i] to [i]"Close"[/i] and locked it, then watched as the bouquet of pinks and oranges danced and flirted though the skies while the sun set. He stood there for a moment, smiling, before turning around to begin closing down his shop. Before he began his ritual, he walked over to the cashier counter a lifted one of the peppermint candies he kept stocked from the transparent fish bowl there were held in, and untwisted the wrapper, opening it. Lifting the Candy to light, he inspected it like one was looking for a counterfeit before placing it on his welcoming tongue. Then, with the sweet mint in his mouth, he got to work. 

	The first of his duties for the evening was to return all his flowers to the cold storage, a lane of fully transparent glass shelving units, each with an air condition built in the base, to avoid being seen, they kept the flowers at a cool 1.11 Celsius and maintained a humidity level of 90%. Walking through the store, he collected each type of flower and placed his newest stock far in the back, and the oldest in the front. He had seven cold units, each with three rows available for his flowers, allowing him to neatly organise and store each of his Twenty-One species together. After he had each of his bundles and bouquets stored neatly, he went through the store and wiped down each stand, surface, and counter, making sure they were all pristine. Next, he went into the back office and collected his broom and dustpan, and swept the shop from door to door. Returning to his office, he exchanged the broom and dustpan for a mop and bucket, he went to the private restroom to fill it, and mixed in an exact measurement of lavender scented floor cleaner, and mopped as one normally would. 

	After the mopping was finished, he took the cleaning supplies back to his office, and began to count out his cash-draw, comparing it with the store's copy of the day's receipts to make sure all the money was in order. As usual, he had the day's sales to the dime. Logging in to his computer, he recorded the day's sales and checked on the incoming shipments and his orders. Everything was as it should be, and he had already taken note of the store's stock, so he knew he didn't need to place any further orders. As he stood to leave, he did a final walk-through of the Store to make sure he hadn't forgotten to take care of anything. He checked the lock on the doors, the temperature of the coolers, as well as their humidity, and set the store's thermostat for a war, twenty-two degrees.  

	And with that, it was time to leave. Walking back to his office, he logged off his computer and shut off the stores interior and exterior lights. Turning off the lights to his office as well, he turned to collect his keyring before noticing something in the mirror. He felt a pull of familiarity as he saw what looked to be the face and smile of a brunette woman that shared his facial features.
	
	[color=f49ac2]"Mother?"[/color] He whispered softly, then shaking his head. [color=f49ac2][i]Of course, it's only a smudge.[/i][/color] he thought to himself, picking up a rag to wipe it away.

	As soon as his finger touched the mirror, he felt an immediate change in temperature, and with a gasp, he looked around to find himself in a dark, and beautifully eerie forest. With confusion, he looked back to the mirror to find that he was instead facing a tree, and a rather large one at that. Stepping backwards, he felt the tile he was standing on just a moment before turn to grass, and then to pavement. Looking down onto his feet he saw cobblestone, old and damaged, but evidently well made regardless, moving his vision forward, he found himself on a long path, a path with a fork about 12 meters ahead of him, with two signs.

	With a curious smile, he began to walk towards them.