Pam had heard the shouts and was trying to patiently ignore the sharp noise. Harley had a way of attracting all the wrong kinds of attention which was exactly why she needed the lady clown to stay away. As was often the case in the past, it seemed the only way to keep a lid on the situation that was about to burst was for Pam to intervene on her friend's behalf.
She stepped away from the gardenias that she had been nursing, tussling her hair and sending a wave of soothing pheromones in the direction of Harley and the gardener. "Besides, it's a greenhouse, not a library."
She roughly grabbed her friend's arm, dragging her to a more secluded area to ensure the worker would have no reason to interrupt them once her chemically induced euphoria wore off. Pam's patience was clearly low that day. "What is it, Harley?"