"All of this……."

Han Jiyun lost her words at the inside of the flower shop, set out to perfection.

Until she had confirmed it with her own two eyes, the greater part of her had thought it could not be.

Her son is still a high-school pupil.

Of age in years, and plainly a schoolboy in standing.

A son with no experience of the world at all had handled it, so what it would look like was obvious without looking.

Not a household move, either — shifting a place of business is more than Han Jiyun herself can easily take on.

And her son arrived in Sokcho only last night.

She had raised her voice at the landlord, and inside herself the thing had been giving her a headache ever since.

And in one morning a miracle like this has happened.

"Do you like it?"

Her son met her in an apron, like the young man of the flower shop.

It suited him far too well.

The floor inside is twice the size of the old shop and there is not one corner in it that presses on you.

And it sits on the main road.

"You did all of this?"

"Probably."

"……It isn't possible."

Anybody who has done it knows that moving a business is not easy.

And he looked for a shop that same morning and moved the whole of it here straight away?

It was a small flower shop, and it had been fitted out solidly enough in its way.

Not a move one or two people could be put on.

"It was over quickly enough."

"……."

Roasting beans over a flash of lightning and eating them. That is the speed of it.

She slept in, and heaven and earth split open.

And the fittings are placed with enough sense in them to go straight into the liking of the flower shop's own owner.

"Trust me. If you can't trust your son, who in the world can you trust?"

Her son gave a slow grin.

It is certainly her dependable, good-looking son, and he is very strange…