Somebody approached her. Seth turned her head, petals falling of her short black hair. She shut her parasol and picked up her flower casket. Time to work, she thought, grasping the mindset of a perky street seller. Her lips tugged up into a grin and she waved a bouquet of daisies.
“Heeeeeey to ya, too, mister!” she greeted cheerfully, descending to the last step of the Cathedral. “Need a present for a friend, lover or daughter?” the girl asked. “It’s getting late and flower stores are closed.”