Today had turned out to be just as Wren expected it to be, just as all the others were, a slow and lazy day at the flower shop. People stopped by every so often some just wanting to see all of the pretty flowers and arrangements, and some others knowing exactly what they were there for (usually a bouquet of red or pink roses). It was disheartening to see her pride and joys, beautiful arrangements in fancy vases, sit in the coolers ignored by so many in favor of something so overdone and dare she say boring. But, that was just the way it was she supposed.
Although it did mean Wren got to have lots of flowers for herself when they started to wilt. She loved taking the dying flowers and making pressings with them, framing and displaying her favorites on her walls while the rest were turned into cards or bookmarks and other things that she usually ended up tossing into a drawer.
After taking an order for some wedding arrangements, the shop started to calm down even more. As in people stopped coming in. Though seeing as it was nearing about seven o'clock, it was no surprise. That was usually the cue for her to start getting ready to close up, sweep and make sure everyone had water and pick out flowers that were starting to get droopy and then head upstairs to her apartment as per-usual. Wren put her pretty pink apron on and put her hair back into a ponytail before getting the broom out of the little supply closet in the corner. She stood for a few very long moments looking at the petals and leaves that had fallen somehow or another and dirt that had been tracked in, wishing she had someone else to take care of it. Sweeping was undoubtedly her very least favorite thing, but, she made herself suck it up and get to it anyway. She had to, if she wanted any time for better things after all.
@ bruce wayne;
August 1st, 2016 at 11:06am