[ The flower shop is as much home to him as his apartment upstairs, and the smells of flowers, greenery, and fertilizer are comforting. This morning, he's in the process of moving stock from the back room to the front. It's early enough that he doesn't expect many customers.
But to his slight dismay his expectations are wrong. Heine puts down the bucket of hydrangeas next to the checkout counter and wipes his palms on his apron before shoving them into his pockets so he doesn't have to shake any hands.
Finally, he takes a step out from behind the rack of flowers he'd been working on and locks eyes with the stranger for a second before slightly averting his gaze. ]
Hi.
[ That sounded harsh even to himself. Shit. Why isn't Nill here? ]
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But to his slight dismay his expectations are wrong. Heine puts down the bucket of hydrangeas next to the checkout counter and wipes his palms on his apron before shoving them into his pockets so he doesn't have to shake any hands.
Finally, he takes a step out from behind the rack of flowers he'd been working on and locks eyes with the stranger for a second before slightly averting his gaze. ]
Hi.
[ That sounded harsh even to himself. Shit. Why isn't Nill here? ]
Can I help you?