Salvia's eyes went wide and suddenly her feet began to bounce. She squeezed Dylan's arm. "A job? You should work at the florist! My friend owns the florist. That is the flower store! She always says that she needs help. Do you know anything about flowers? Well... you know some," she smiled brightly and pointed at herself. "You know me! I think that counts."
Her optimism would never fail. "Miranda would not hurt you. I would not either. I wonder how else to make money, it is hard, isn't it! Sometimes I feel bad because Hermano gives me his." Which was true, but she honestly didn't have much of an idea of how to go about getting her own. She didn't want to sell her own goods and she didn't believe in selling the messages she received from her cars either. What else could she possibly contribute to the world?