It took a few weeks until Seth felt comfortable with her own skin, in control, but after that, the incident during the Apocalypse was brushed away and she returned to her usual routine: pick information, build power, and take control of scientific grounds under false alias, just the usual in a random pretty girl’s agenda.
After one hour without selling any bouquet, she spotted a little girl coming out a pet store, a year or two “younger” than her. She might just give a flower for free and see if her mother or father buy her the whole set.
“Heeey!” Seth called out, waving something on the air. Skipping with a bright grin on her face, she approached to her position and held up what she was waving: a white lily. “For ya,” she offered with a wink. “Flowers shouldn’t wilt and go to waste.