Law was…struggling, to say the least. Standing with his arms crossed and an irritated expression as he watches Penguin and Shachi dick around when they should be cleaning their stations. As usual. Nothing new.

But something that was new was the little flower shop across the street. A cute little place, a small coffee shop connected to it in an open floor plan.

…Easy access to flowers for Corazon’s grave, is what Law thought when he caught sight of it earlier that morning.