Lorna moved from the cooler that kept just cut flowers fresh and over to the potted plants. They were, unfortunately, past the bouquets and as with most flower shops, the isles were pretty cramped. She frowned and bit her hip. There was a guy who looked pretty familiar standing there... Silver hair... was it that jerk Tommy? Oh, she had something to say to that brat!
Marching up to him, she put her hand on his shoulder, intending to spin him around and face her, "You little asshole!"