[Flower Shop: Sam & Dawn]
The flower shop was not a particularly popular location in town. The majority of business was done over the phone or through sketchy online ordering, and then the arrangements were delivered. Customers in person? It was a surprise every time, though for Dawn it was always a welcome one. After all, flowers were often bought for very romantic occasions, and Dawn loved romance. And it was romance that had her here alone to close the store tonight, the owner having left early for a date with the tulip supplier. As it was a quiet evening, and no customers were expected this late, Dawn had decided to occupy her time until closing the best way she knew how.
Dawn's long spun-gold curls bounced in time with the music, changed from soft pop over to the Broadway channel. She wore a fuzzy pink sweater with black leggings underneath the matching pink plaid skirt as she danced around singing while finishing up her work for the day. Over the rather weak speakers from the tiny little smart radio in the back room came the sounds of Spamalot. Or just Monty Python for the not Broadway minded. Or just some annoyingly cheerful song for people that have somehow avoided pop culture for decades. The music was low and tinny, Patsy imploring King Arthur to cheer up, but the voices were those of obviously professional singers. Unfortunately for them, Dawn's singing made them sound like amateurs.
Even with a song so basic (and ridiculous) to sing, her voice was ethereal perfection that belonged amongst choirs of angels instead of trapped in a flower shop beside a cemetery in Repose. "When life seems jolly rotten, there's something you've forgotten, and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing. When you're feeling in-OH!" Dawn twirled on one foot into view with a handful of royal blue Hydrangeas like a microphone, and came to a sudden halt when she saw that there was a rather brightly colored customer. "Hello," Dawn smiled pure sunshine at the woman, and if getting caught in a show had embarrassed her there was no sign. She held herself with that preternatural grace which could own any social faux pas with a smooth roll of her shoulders. "Can I help you? Are you here to pick up an order?" Her gaze was warm and friendly, turning her attention upon the other woman as though there were no other center of the universe besides her.