The bell to the shop rang out, a blue-haired girl rushing in. She seemed a little out breath, hunched over and hands on her knees as he caught her breath. Instantly, your eyes were drawn to her attire—ripped jeans, white tank top that showed off the tattoo sleeve snaking up her arm, black boots, and beanie to match. Everything about her screamed: bad news.

Blue eyes met yours and she straightened up slightly, hooking a thumb over shoulder with the slight nod of her head, “You should really lock that—shit, hey. Don’t give me that look. Look, it was—“ Chloe looked left and then right, “it was an emergency, okay? Had to run from my step-douche. Y’know?” She shrugged, leaning back a little like she didn’t just barge into your shop that was currently closed.

You never excepted this would be your welcome with your first few days at Arcadia Bay. You had just moved here with your parents, and while they were currently setting things up, you had to look after their flower shop. It hadn’t even properly opened up yet and this happened.

Chloe took a step towards you, looking around the shop, “A flower shop? Didn’t know we had one in this shit-hole.” She nodded towards you, “You the new girl or something? I’d recommend you turn back now. Some crazy fuckers here.” Chloe huffed out a laugh, although you couldn’t help but think she may have been referencing someone. She put her hands up, as if in surrender when seeing the look on your face, “Promise I’m not cray-cray. I’m as sane as they come—“ She grinned, “mostly.”