Parker Woodward always knew when another werewolf walked into her store. Scents were everything and a scent of one of her own was too enticing for her to stay in the back. Then again the scent of any customer drew her to the front of the shop. That was just good customer service. And good customer service usually meant a sell.
Not that she needed the money, but it always made her feel productive.
Upon stepping in to the front, Parker watched the man that smelled like wolf look over the arrangements she'd worked on that morning. A particular white rose arrangement appeared to catch his eye before she knew he caught her own scent. After all, the change in body language wasn't hard to miss for someone like her. Not so much werewolf (though that did play a large part), but mercenary. Thief. Assassin. Ivaylo always lent a hand when it came to noticing minute changes in people and places.
"Welcome to Stormflowers. Can I help you find anything you like?" Did he belong to a pack? Was he an Omega? Where did he come from because she had never seen him before? Just what, exactly, was his story? It was something new for Parker to look into. Someone new. New people always seemed to liven things up, and Parker was all for a good awakening. Things were starting to die down a little too quickly after her last case with the child smuggler.
"Looking for something for your girlfriend?" She only asked because white roses tended to lean towards a pure love. Innocence. A spiritual connection... though guys that came through the store didn't usually know what the roses meant. They just told her what they were looking for, and why, and she found the perfect arrangement for them.