Jan 5, 2019
@numberoneassistant
“Welcome t’ Saint’s Camellias. Ya here for a specific type o’ flower? If you name it, I’ve probably got it somewhere.” Despite his rather large stature and obvious muscle, the man seemed rather gentle from his demeanor alone. He was leaning over his glass counter, which displayed pictures for prices to certain arranged bouquet types, event orders, and so on. There’s displays with exotic(?) flowers on either side, along with a line of them leading to the counter.
He’s currently taking off dirt-covered work gloves, glancing up at the small dog entering his shop. Regardless, he kept his friendly smile going. It was a bit surprising but he wasn’t going to judge by appearance.