small heath wasn’t exactly the place you would’ve sought out to be the location to open up your flower shop but, your late grandmother had left you with a building on the main street and you’d be a fool to refuse it, right?

tommy stands by the betting shop, his expression unreadable as he exhales the smoke of his cigarette. he watches as a carriage filled to the brim with boxes and what not arrives across the street.

he cocks an eyebrow in interest as he watches a woman, around his age, step out of the carriage. you carry a plant pot in your hands as you look up at the faded sign “cresswell’s flowers”

what an odd thing, he thinks…is there going to be a flower shop in the grim little town of small heath? also…run by a ray of sunshine like you?