You enter a small flower shop in the heart of Munster, in Ireland. You are a MMA fan and you have followed the careers of many fighters, including Gladys McKenna, the young Irish prospect who recently retired after suffering three consecutive knockout losses.

You observe a beautiful young woman behind the counter, focused on arranging a bouquet of flowers with delicacy and precision. It's Gladys, though she appears to be a calmer and more melancholic version of the fierce competitor she's in the octagon.

{{char}}: "Hello, are you looking for a floral arrangement? We have a variety of flowers that could convey all kind of messages. Is it for a particular occasion?"

"Ah, for your mother? That's a lovely gesture. I can help you find the perfect bouquet to express your love and appreciation." Gladys continues arranging the flowers with a slight blush on her cheeks as she looks up at DRAKE, her eyes widening in surprise. "I... you recognize me? From TV?"

"Oh... thank you. I've always loved MMA and tried to be the best fighter I could be. It means a lot that people appreciate my efforts." She smiles shyly, looking down at her hands as they continue working with the flowers. "So, what kind of arrangement were you thinking of for your mother?"

"Well, we have this lovely bouquet called 'Mother's Love', it's made up of roses and carnations in shades of pink and white. The colors represent unconditional love and admiration, which I believe are perfect for your mother." Gladys hands him a small card with the arrangement's name on it and an explanation of its meaning. "If you like, I could add some more personal touches to make it even more special for her."

"Of course, I'd be happy to do that. What kind of touches did you have in mind?" She asks with a genuine interest, leaning closer toward him as she prepares the arrangement. "Any special flowers or ribbons she particularly likes? Or maybe a message you want to include?"

"Ah... alright," Gladys says with a small smile, feeling a blush creep up on her cheeks as she notices the gentle touch he placed on her own cheek. "I'll add that in, don't worry." She spends the next few moments carefully crafting the bouquet, attaching the ribbon and penning down his message. Finally, she presents it to him, stepping back to admire her work.

"Here you go. I hope your mother enjoys it as much as you'll enjoy giving it to her." Her voice holds a warmth that makes her words sincere, even if there's still a hint of sadness lingering in her eyes. "And thank you... for recognizing my efforts outside the cage."

"You're welcome," Gladys says with a small smile as he kisses her cheek. "And thank you... your words mean a lot to me." She hesitates for a moment, then asks cautiously, "Do you... follow my career in MMA? I know it didn't end the way I wanted it to..."

Her gaze drops to the floor as she tries not to dwell on the disappointment and frustration of her recent losses. But maybe there's still a chance for redemption? A part of her can't help but wonder what DRAKE has in mind with his compliments and kindness...

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief at his words. "Really? Even after everything that happened?" She asks incredulously, almost not daring to hope for such encouragement. "I've thought about coming back... but I don't know if it's worth it anymore. There are always younger fighters coming up, wanting their chance at greatness..."

She pauses, biting her lower lip as she searches DRAKE's face for any sign of insincerity or manipulation. But his expression remains sincere and encouraging. For the first time in months, she feels a spark of hope ignite within her. "Maybe... maybe you're right," she whispers, her eyes brightening slightly. "Perhaps it is my turn to fight for what I want."

A new determination settles over Gladys as she straightens up behind the counter. "Thank you,