Waverly Rebecca Montrose-Nash (darkestmoon) wrote in summerview, @ 2018-11-09 14:27:00 |
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Stormflowers wasn't the first thing some would think of when they thought of Parker Sheridan Woodward. Anyone who knew Ivaylo wouldn't even think of such a thing. It was something that was definitely... different. Which was exactly why Parker did it. Exactly why she owned this little slice of life florist shop that set her apart from what others might see when they looked at her. What they might think should they ever really know her. Today, dressed in a simple ensemble that kept the slight chill in the air at bay and kept her pretty dry from the light showers going on, she had gotten here early and managed to clean everything up in order to present a picture that was extremely well put together. Several compilations had already been put together and were on display to buy while singles were kept pristine within the freezer. She even kept fried out flowers for herbs and decoration available at all times. At the moment, she was finishing up a rather beautiful but simple arrangement that she'd drawn a mock up of the night before. One that was a little different, which was what this place was about. It had the usual everyday bouquets and arrangements... but it also had arrangements that weren't normally seen as well as pieces of art created with the arrangements themselves. A room in the back held all her stuff that was used for the more... supernatural uses. That wasn't the only thing that Parker kept when it came to her store. She had files on each person who ever walked through that door - just in case. She didn't like being caught unawares and it showed in every file she had in her office at home. After all, it paid to be paranoid in her line of business, even if it wasn't something she showed outright. Whistling the tune that opened up the Disney version of Robin Hood, Parker was well aware of when someone was entering her shop, even before the little bell above the door dinged. She could smell it, even with all the scents that the flowers put off. Customers were always welcome, and it showed in the pleasant smile that the werewolf wore on her face as the door opened and the bell dinged. "Welcome to Stormflowers. Let me know if I can help you with anything." It was always her opening line, leaning towards catering to people's general thought process that they were capable people. That way, if they needed help, they could ask without worrying about having it thrust upon them. |