Location: Evangeline’s flower shop
With: @aprilwritcs
The sound of the rain tapping against the glass paired with the radio playing jazz somewhere in the store offered a therapeutic atmosphere in the little shop. While most stores had found themselves flipping their lights off and turning over the sign in the door, Evangeline’s remained open late even on this rainy, spring evening. Inside the shop remained the owner and his faithful companion, a long legged Borzoi, who had found herself resting peacefully on an oversized dog bed near the checkout counter. Meanwhile, the man was mulling about toward the back of the store, sweeping an aisle. The sound of the bristles of the broom against the cool, tiled floor meshed delightfully with the rest of the noise that filled the store. Just tying up some loose ends before heading home.
Peace was disturbed only momentarily as the gentle vibration of his phone pulled his attention from the mindless cleaning. The call went as quickly as it had come and he tucked his phone back into his pocket and returned to his chores. It was a local wedding planner who seemed to be in a bit of a position with the flower situation for her bride. Indy had worked with this woman previously and had ensured her that his store stayed open well into the evening during peak season in case there were any floral emergencies that he could assist with. They had traded information and she seemed to be cashing in on his “insurance” of sorts.
So as he cleared the aisle and tucked random objects back into their homes, Indy returned to the counter. As he reached the counter, he pulled the stool back from the register, perching himself upon it before pulling a book from a drawer and flipping it back to its marked page to bide his time while he awaited the wedding planner’s arrival.