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Cara Clark ([info]warandbeauty) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
At first glance, the flower shop seemed empty but for the dizzying display of color whirling around the room. The brilliant variety of flowers was staggering, and while many were already cut and clearly displayed as choices for bouquets and arrangements, there were also plants displayed for purchase. Most were festive winter plants, given the time of year, but the green leaves of ferns, peace lilies, and other plants could be spied.

The shop floor was well-organized with plenty of walking space for customers as they browsed. The plants seemed to encourage visitors to move forward, guiding them towards the back of the store where a counter was set.

The moment the door closed, ringing the bell set above the door once again, a dark-haired woman appeared in the back of the shop. "Good afternoon," she greeted with a smile that only widened when she saw who it was. "Oh, hi, Ren! Just a second." A holiday basket was tucked neatly into her arms, and it soon found its way onto a shelf. The festive red and white petals sparkled with a sprinkle of glitter within the wicker basket. As soon as she set it on the shelf, it seemed somehow to take root there, becoming as much a part of the display as it stood apart.

"What can I do for you?" the woman asked as she stepped forward to greet him at the door. Ren hadn't much seemed like a plant person -- but maybe... "Are you looking for someone special?"


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