The flower shop was, Meghan thought, everything working in a pizza joint wasn't. It was cool and fresh smelling and didn't leave grease stains on her shirt or burns on her arms. In short, it was a little like paradise, and even though Meg definitely didn't have the spare cash to spend on flowers only she would enjoy (somehow, she didn't think Oliver would even notice them, much less care), she paused to look through the displays.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, almost in rapture, her fingers gently brushing against a nearby leaf to enjoy the softness of the petal. It really was almost perfect, all the growing things. Like nothing really all that bad could exist, if such beautiful things grew. Which was stupid, yeah, and Meg knew better. Still, it was a nice thought.