Dre felt like spicing up the floral arrangements at Lux, being bored with the scheme that had been designed by the previous flower shop he had frequented. With the turnover rates of artists and the quality of their flowers it had been a surprising let down from the previous interactions he had. Alas, that is what happens in LA, and he had heard of a floral business named April Showers Floral, deciding he would give them a try.
The bell dinged upon entry, his eyes scanning the shop before resting on the clerk at the counter and he smiled at her. Dre walked up and rested hands on the counter, drumming his fingers absently. “So...” he glanced to see if there was a name tag on her shirt then back up to her face, his cheeks warming slightly, “I was wondering if you knew if there was anyone I could talk to about perhaps some arrangements for my restaurant.”
There was something different about the woman in front of him, and it was on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t recall. He had never seen her before from what he could remember, but he studied her face while she responded, trying to figure out what he was missing. @dilara-alpman-shaw