It was a slow day at the shop, and Bennie had spent most of her day tending to the plants and arranging bouquets for display. She was outside, watering and feeding the plants plant food when she heard footsteps behind her. There was no guarantee that they were even coming to the shop, but better to address the potential customer than ignore them. “Hi! Can I help you find anyting?” she asked, turning the hose off and turning to face them.
headphones snug in each ear, sketchbook tucked beneath her arm, bliss was on the hunt. for what ? she was unsure. her creative spark had simmered in the recent days, and she found herself only picking up a drawing implement for work-related projects. she wanted to ignite that fire again. she had strolled past the beach, but found it too crowded for her liking. especially since the crowd consisted of obnoxious preteens all fighting to catch the ‘perfect’ photo for the ‘gram. so, she found herself walking – and walking, perhaps a bit of an adventure. she’d passed the shop countless times before, but it was a rarity for her to actually peek inside. funny given flowers were such an incredible ‘muse’. today, however, that changed – by total accident. she pried the headphones out from her ears and lazily looped them around her neck and eyed the blonde. “—— uh hi,” she didn’t quite know at first, and the abrupt silence indicated that. “um, actually, i was wondering if you had any suggestions on what would be the best flowers to draw ? or paint ?”
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