Quatre, of course, had a tendency to stick out at school. Students talked, rumors and gossip were a staple in class - from the supernatural to very mundane - even if he tried to stay out of it, there was no escaping overhearing whispered theories and questions completely. Shuichi simply wasn't concerned with the other student's business, no matter what it was about. His priority was making his mother happy, keeping his grades up and working at his job. While his father had left them with a comfortable bit of money after his passing, it was not enough to account for Shiori's treatments after she suddenly fell ill. He didn't waste his time socializing with his peers, carefully deflecting and evading the attempts of others to get any closer to him. For one thing, he could not afford distractions. For another, the classmates who did try to get his attention were simply of no interest to him. Quatre was different, at least, in that he felt more like another person around him than a status symbol.

Shuichi was finishing a transaction for another customer when the door opened to a familiar face, one who he had never seen outside of school before and had no reason to think lived anywhere nearby. Not knowing what he did about Quatre's situation, at least. With everything the other had going on, the redhead did not immediately worry that his presence had anything to do with the his arrival at the shop, such as an attempt to corner him into conversation, like he may have with certain other classmates. The logical answer was more grounded in reality, of course, he must need to purchase some flowers.

The smile remained once the woman left and he was free to shift his attention to help someone else, turning curiously to the newcomer as he walked in.

“Looking for anything in particular?”