You had worked at your families flower shop as long as you remember. It just became routine. Every Monday, Thursday, and Sunday were your days. And it gave you something to look forward too on the worst days of the week. Partly because you could hangout with plant buddies, and also partly because your best-friend JJ would always walk in with a snack and something flirty to say, or maybe even a story from his day.

“Coffee for my favorite girl?” he smiled, ringing the bell on the way in.