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introducing shoshanna hart → lost girl come home

shosh. 26. pisces. owner/florist at belle blossoms. mom to sushi. musician. avid medical drama tv watcher. lover of baking. enemy of cooking. single. resilient.

BIOGRAPHY || TIMELINE || CONNECTIONS || NAVIGATION

#{ pinned post }#kismetharbor.intro #i hope this works as an intro post!!

diegoocastro

After watching a Surfing & Paddleboarding competition, Diego had to take his son, Dev, down to the beach to see what they could do. "Now I have not surfed in a while..." he laughed. "So we will stick to paddleboarding for now," he smiled at his son. He had plans for the summer to take Dev somewhere with a nicer beach to teach him to surf and get out on the water.

He was at it a bit with Dev, who didn't take too long to get the hang of paddleboarding. "Ah, you're a pro!" he laughed. He was in the shallows of a little inlet near, so there weren't many waves at all, or a lot of people, so it was easy for Dev to be on the board.

"Good job, buddy," he said, standing on the shore with his own board on the sand. Dev, who was sitting on his board with a life jacket on, enjoyed sitting watching the water all around them, looking for whatever fish he could see.

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shoshanna-hart

Shoshanna had wandered down toward the inlet with her own board under one arm, a wetsuit pulled halfway on and the legs rolled at the ankle, sand sticking to her bare feet. It wasn’t her usual time to paddle, but the light was good and the beach was quieter than expected after the competition wrapped up. She paused as she spotted the little scene ahead—a kid balanced on a board like he belonged there and someone who had to be his dad watching nearby, clearly proud.

“Looks like I missed the beginner’s comp,” she called out lightly, stepping closer with a smile as she nodded toward Dev. “He’s got better balance than I did my first time out. I think I mostly fell in dramatic fashion for an hour straight.”

Shosh adjusted the strap around her ankle, glancing between them. “Mind if I launch from here?" Winking at the boy, she added, "I promise not to knock into your champion-in-training.”

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corinnebeaumont

Corinne had been bouncing Rosie gently on her hip, murmuring softly to her as she pointed out the flowers in the display just inside Belle Blossoms. The little girl was dressed in a pale yellow raincoat, her curls gathered into two tiny puffs that bounced every time Corinne shifted her. Despite the gloom outside, Corinne had the easy brightness of someone who found joy in the little things, like showing her daughter the names for blooms she barely had the words for yet. She’d been mid-sign flower, then yellow, followed by the slightly more clumsy but enthusiastic rose, when the bell chimed. Rosie perked up, turning in her mother’s arms to peer at the newcomer with unabashed curiosity. Corinne laughed softly as Shoshanna greeted the girl at the door with her usual flair.

Her gaze drifted to the woman who’d just walked in, someone Corinne didn’t recognize, but who moved with a quiet confidence and looked a little lost in thought, like someone with a purpose, but something heavier behind it. “Don’t worry,” Corinne said warmly, smiling in the woman’s direction. “She looks more like a flower picker than a plant killer.” Then, shifting Rosie slightly, she looked down at her daughter and signed friend gently before turning back to the other woman. “Looking for something in particular? Or just letting the flowers do the talking for you?” she asked kindly. There was no pressure in her voice—just a soft curiosity and the ease of someone who didn’t mind making a new acquaintance. @shoshanna-hart

shoshanna-hart

Shoshanna looped the last bit of ribbon into a tidy knot, teeth catching the edge of her bottom lip as she tugged it into place. She glanced up just in time to catch Rosie’s puffs bouncing with each curious shift in her mother’s arms, and her expression softened in that quiet way it sometimes did around Corinne and the baby - affection worn not loudly, but honestly.

“Well, you heard her,” Shosh said, flicking her gaze toward the newcomer with a subtle smirk. “You’ve been cleared of all plant-related crimes by the flower judge herself.” Her tone stayed light, but there was warmth tucked in there, the kind reserved for people you trust to help carry weight you don’t talk about out loud.

She stepped out from behind the counter, giving Rosie a small wave. “Hey, sprout. You showing off your ASL again? That’s a yellow rose, huh?” Shosh signed rose back. It was clumsy, but she tried anyways, and then attempted to add flower and pretty before straightening to glance at Corinne with a half-grin. “She’s gonna be doing the arrangements herself by summer.”

Then, to the potential customer, Shosh added, “If the flowers don’t tell you what you need, I can try. Been told I’m a decent translator for flora with complicated feelings. Or, y’know, just here for moral support while you sniff every peony in the place.” Shosh mocked fist-pumping the air as a show of her supposed support.

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yasminxmoreno

Yasmin stepped inside Bell Blossoms with a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. The wind felt like it was still clinging to her coat like an afterthought. "No, all my houseplants are very much alive." Which weren't many but they were in good shape nonetheless. "The second is more like it. I do think some more rain is coming." Yasmin glanced back out the window as clouds moved in over Kismet Harbor. "Hm, you think they ghosted and are asking for another shot?" She was learning quite a bit from the students at the school where she was principal. Though they were younger, Yasmin found they were quite in tune with the world around them. @shoshanna-hart

shoshanna-hart

Shoshanna tilted her head thoughtfully, then laughed softly. “You know, ghosting sounds about right. I hope whoever he ghosted doesn't forgive him, though. They probably deserve better.”

She reached under the counter to grab a towel and wiped a faint splash of water from a vase nearby. “I'm always surprised by the requests I get. I had a high schooler in here last week who asked for delulu flowers. I still don’t know what that means exactly, but I sent them out with roses and false hope.”

Shosh looked toward the window, rain starting to trace lines on the glass. “Feel like waiting it out with me? I’ve got a pot of coffee and opinions on literally everything.”

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natalie-makan

As well appointed and comfortable as her office was, Natalie often preferred to step out during her lunch break, even if she'd brought food from home, just to get some fresh air. Often times the attorney would stop into a local cafe or shop to wander around or grab a little something. Stepping into Belle Blossoms, the raven haired woman had to laugh softly as she heard Shoshanna pipe up from the counter. "Well luckily I have a plant whisperer for a friend, so no dead houseplants." Natalie quipped, winking at the redhead. "I wouldn't mind if it rained though, we could probably use it." She added, walking up to lean against the counter and chat with her companion. Considering the wording of the message accompanying the flowers thoughtfully, she shook her head "Nothing good, I can tell you that much...but if I had to guess, someone did something petty to their neighbor. Like cut down a tree branch that was hanging over the fence or whatever."

shoshanna-hart

“Lucky you,” Shoshanna replied with a small smirk, straightening the sign on the cash register. “Killing plants seems to be a hobby around here, so your plant whisperer friend has my respect.” She winked back before continuing, "I feel like I say that every time it rains, but I swear I mean it every time, too."

Shosh leaned forward on the counter, resting her chin in her palm. “You’re probably right about the neighbor drama. That arrangement’s got just enough daisies to say I have taste and just enough thistle to say but more than you. Classic suburban warfare.” She rolled her eyes good naturedly, then smiled. "What about you, got any neighbors to apologize to? Or maybe that bouquet was for you.”

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lancexbrowne

It was a good friend's celebration, they had just defended their thesis and gotten their doctorate and he was so very proud of them. He wanted them to get them some flowers and a few other things. He had not expected the weather to turn like this, he did not have umbrella and he was lucky that he was at Belle Blossoms, if it did start raining he could wait a bit until the rain stopped. Lance walked into the shop and smiled, listening the other's words and not saying anything until they looked up at him.

He walked toward the counter, "Interesting, I would love to hear the story behind that for sure. Also, it sounds like the person was being petty with the flowers," he replied. "I am here to get flowers for someone who just got their doctorate." @shoshanna-hart

shoshanna-hart

Shoshanna gave him a quick smile as she finished tying the ribbon, tucking the end under with her thumb. “Oh, petty’s the nicest word I’d use,” she said, stepping back to admire the bouquet. “I think they said something like, I’m sorry you feel that way, which we all know really means I’m not sorry at all.”

She gestured toward the flower fridge. “But you, celebrating a PhD? That’s a solid reason for flowers. You looking for something classic and impressive, or are we going full nerd with it? I’ve got a whole vase of calla lilies and another one of tiny succulents that look kinda like brains." Shosh scrunched up her nose at the thought.

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who: shoshanna & CLOSED (cap met!) where: belle blossoms

The rain hadn’t started yet, but the clouds were heavy with a spring shower. Shoshanna stood behind the counter at Belle Blossoms, looping a ribbon around a bouquet of peonies and greenery. She didn’t look up right away when the bell above the door jingled, but she called out to whoever it was. “If you’re here to apologize for killing the houseplant I sold you last month, you’re not the first today.”

When she did glance up, her eyes flicked over the person standing in the doorway. A curious perusal, not unfriendly. “Or maybe you just needed an excuse to get out of the wind. Smells like rain.” She shrugged like it didn't matter either way, then nodded towards the nearest arrangement. “I just finished that one. Someone asked for flowers that say I’m sorry, but not that sorry. Wanna take bets on what happened?”