Zhenya turned towards the person entering their shop, and gave them a smile, “Welcome!” she exclaims, putting on a cheery face, “Can I help you with anything?” She turns back towards the arrangement she’s been working on and saves it from a dramatic fall that her exuberance has almost called. “That was a close one.” She states, and moves the bunch of pink roses onto the counter, placing the customer just out of view.Â











