#margo richards

[gabehastings]

for: @margo-richards​ location: daisy chain florals 🌷

He usually recognized Kit behind the counter of the flower shop, but as he passed by an unfamiliar face leaned against the surface, toying with some long stemmed sunflowers. A smile curved on her lips and because curiosity killed every cat, Vic drew inside. The bell over the door announced his entrance and he canted his head, reaching to pluck a peony from a bucket, the heavy head of white petals drooping like tired eyelids. “Do you ever get tired of being around flowers,” he asked idly, his accent curving around the syllables and drawing them out prettily before he crossed the distance between them, holding the bloom out to her. “Or can I get this one for you?”

[laurence-mercer]

with. Margo Richards:

where: daisy chains flower shop when: late-morning who: closed for @margo-richards

Boredom was a friend of the devils and, when Laurie got bored, he became swayed by pointless ideas.  In this case, it had to do with the largest, sliiiiiightly unwarranted bouquet.  He hadn’t been to Daisy’s since he was 15 trying desperately to impress his freshman tutor.  (The flowers had not yielded the desired results.) But he was older, wiser and his pockets were filled well enough to afford a little careless spending.  So he was sweet in approaching the florist, giving the young woman a half smile in greeting.

"Full disclosure, I have no damn business being in your lovely store but, I’ve really got nowhere else to go.” He leans his hip against the counter and smiles. “What sort of bouquet do you put together for a person who has no need for one.”

[rorykent]

texts | norah & margo

norah: have you been to lake chandra yet? they've got deals on kayaks this week, so i thought maybe we could go

norah: spend the day there

norah: do a cute picnic

[rorykent]

location: daisy chain floral shop; closed: @margo-richards​

An elbow held the door open as she stood to the side, allowing for the other patrons to leave before walking into the shop. She hadn’t minded the work that she did, but she was envious of Margo and the others who worked at Daisy Chain. Not remembering a time where she hadn’t left the store with a grin on her lips, the expression easily making an appearance now. Each bundle of flowers would come with a story, of who they would be given to, the occasion, how the customer would have wanted them to feel. Getting paid to listen to those stories felt like the greatest job of all. She waited till Margo was free before approaching the counter, offering her one of the cups. “One iced honey oat milk latte and then I ordered what you sent for Kit,” explained, passing off the carrier. “Are you almost done for the day? I thought we could stop somewhere for dinner. Maybe the Lunchbox? I heard that they brought back the Mac and Cheese truck and have been dreaming about it since – they’ve got vegan cheese options,” she quickly added. “And other trucks if we’re craving something else.”