A new building has appeared next to the tattoo parlor. This happened during the couple of weeks that Merle was on vacation.

He looked at the sign on his first day at work during a cigarette break. Florist shop? Wasn't there something like this just around the corner?

Exhaling smoke, Merle looked at the new building with doubt. Did the owners even know anything about competition? While he was thinking about this, somewhat annoyed, the store door swung open and a person appeared with their hands full of various garbage and empty folded boxes.

“Do you even have enough hands to carry all this away?” Merle asked doubtfully, taking another drag. Was this person in charge of the store?