it’s well over thirty minutes since the shop has opened its’ doors and there’s no sign of her dearly beloved employee yet. it’s fine , for now —— there’s just mrs. johnson , who pays a visit to the flowers every now and then to see if they’re being taken care of and gives tips to varuna and her other workers ; as if she’s not the very owner of the store and knows nothing about the green she sells. another thing that’s fine , for now —— because mrs. johnson is old and forgetful. everything is fine , truly , until the bell by the door rings , a sign there’s another customer entering when it’s him. ‘’ you’re lucky she’s here , ’’ varuna speaks in reference to the old lady wandering past the wall with gerberas and daisies , ‘’ or else i would have whooped your ass , minho , i swear. ’’