{ ✗ } — Sang could barely hear the timid welcome against the ringing of the bell hanging over the shop’s door, giving a curt nod in acknowledgement. Boots gently falling against the floor, she made her way to a row of flowbox—
Trip!
Shit.
Luckily, Sang caught herself against the display counter, gently rattling the flowerboxes as a result. There was a pause in thought before she looked over to the shop-keep and spoke. “There any blue hydrangeas?” she asked curtly, still clambering for dignity after her slip,”Uh— light blue ones, to be exact.”
-- "Y.. Yes, we do," Oliver replied, trying to force a rather timid smile onto his face. Oh man, this was nerve racking. Deciding not to comment on her little fall, he acted as if he didn't see it. It would probably be better that way, after all. Slightly trembling in his place, he motioned to a whole half of a wall filled with different colored hydrangeas. "I.. If none of those are to your... liking, I can see if w... we have more in the back."









