InsaneJournal

Nayuki wasn't sure, but he was beginning to suspect that his employers were playing favourites. "Or maybe they're just testing the new guy?" For whatever reason it truly was, he felt somewhat cheated on today's workload. Needing only to deliver one ream of promotional flyers and Official Recept Pads, he felt rather cheated. He shook his head as he found himself nearing his destination, it wasn't his place to complain about it. He was getting paid for the job, regardless. Parking his bicycle behind the utility post in font of the flower shop, he locks it in place and unstraps his bag. He takes a few moments to take his crash helmet off and fix his hair while looking at his bike's side-mirror. "Rats... they're starting to curl again. I'll have to visit the barber shop in the weekend."

With everything set, he enters the flower shop. As usual, there was nobody manning the register. The soothing mix of fragrance welcomed him. "It'll never get old." Carefully placing the parcel on the countertop, he reaches for the electronic buzzer and gives it a gentle tap. The room suddenly comes alive with the sound of chirping birds. He chuckles as he realizes that the shop owner had changed the sound-byte for the doorbell yet again. In each of the times he's delivered a package to the shop, the buzzer never had the same sound. He began to wonder just how anyone would be able to tell if there was a customer here. While waiting for the recipient's arrival, Nayuki decided to take a good look at the new batch of flowers for sale.