Slice of Heaven in New York [OPEN!]

[COININ CLISTE]

New York, she decided, was a slightly terrifying place. Coinin was use to the gentle, old buildings of Ireland. Large open spaces, and one type of accent all around her. But she had heard at least six different accents, and she felt almost boxed in by the towering concere on all sides.

She gripped her bag tightly--she had been warned of purse snatchers, and theives. The zippers all on her bag had locks, and she was holding onto it for dear life. Inside thebag contained water, a little bit of money, and of course a map, should she get lost. Today was just about exploring the concrete jungle, and to see if there was any thing worth while. So far, she had seen pigeon poop, and bums.

That was, until her nose found something sweet. Not sugary sweet, but a floral smell. Her initial thought was one of surprise---who would think that New York had a blossoming garden in it? Of course, as she followed the smell--she came to a little flower shop.

"The Last Petal..." she murmured, reading the sign, her accent thick on her tongue, adding to the melting pot that was New York. She pulled open the door, and stepped inside to the cool store, and inhaled. Everything was lovely, everything smelled lovely. And maybe, just maybe, on her itty bitty window sill back in her apartment, she could have a potting ledge. Nothing fancy, or deep, but maybe some tomatoes, and a few flowers. That could be nice.

She put her hands into her pockets, glancing around for someone, before turning her attention back to the plants, stepping through the area very quietly, and carefully, taking time to look at each flower, and even lightly touch a few that looked particularly interesting.

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[SUMMER SINCLAIR]

“Oh, this job will be the death of me.” Summer muttered as she tied back her hair and prepared for her shift. She could remember when she’d first started. Cleaning, mostly, and helping to keep flowers alive and pretty. She never made arrangements and barely any sales. She was good on the phones, though, taking down orders. Summer thought she was the best at keep the front counter organized, as well as her own desk where she made online sales. While the job had been stressful, what with school and another part-time job to worry about, Summer had handled it well. Except now she was in College and she had more work to do: more essays to write, more projects to plan, and she’d been questioning her ability to get through the next four years. There were new people, new classes, and new distractions. Summer could already feel the world sitting on her shoulders, and it wasn’t getting any better with these thoughts. Thinking of anything but, and focusing solely on make flower sales, Summer bumped the door open with her hip and entered the Store Front.

Oh God, Garrett was going to kill her. How long had this girl been here? How long had she been unattended to? They were going to lose a customer and it would be her fault because, well, things were always her fault, anyway. Maybe that wasn’t a very good mindset, but that’s how she felt. Composing herself and her thoughts, Summer approached the girl, wearing a kind smile and keeping positive thoughts in mind. She would make a sale. She would make a sale. Maybe she could make a new friend. Oh, and she would definitely have time to do some of her homework during her break. The girl seemed dressed for comfort and the character on her shirt was familiar. Perhaps some show Summer had seen once or twice when she was younger.

“Hello.” Summer spoke quietly, so as to not startle her. “Can I help you with anything?”

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[COININ CLISTE]

Bunny nearly jumped out of her skin, regardless of the other girl's soft voice. She turned to face Summer, blinking large brown eyes from behind her glasses, and she cleared her throat. "Uh, I'm actually just looking around." She said, doign her best to speak at a normal pace. Her irish accent could be a bit mumbly-sounding to those who wern't use to it. The key was to annunciate clearly!

"I live in a tiny apartment," she explained, finding her brown eyes looking to the plants, or to the ground--anywhere but Summer's face. "So there's not much room for a garden...I was wondering if you had grape tomato vines, or a flower that wouldn't get too large..like ah...snap dragon? Or clovers?" And there she went, mumbling and speaking fast again. Bunny was nervous--she wasn't use to people. And this woman was pretty, probably popular. Maybe she and her fellow co-workers would titter over Bunny's accent once she left.

The simple thought of being judged made her palms sweat a little bit. Bunny took a deep, careful breath, and gripped the hem of her oversized shirt, before relaxing. She looked straight at Summer, her face blank, awaiting a response. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, came a little thought that didn't seem entirely her own. Yeah...maybe it wouldn't be. Calm, breath, cool, smart. Ease down, Coinin. She told herself.

[SUMMER SINCLAIR]

So much for trying not to startle the customer. Summer smiled apologetically, “I didn’t mean to scare you..” Summer managed before the girl answered. Her accent caught Summer’s attention. What was it…? Accents seemed to sound similar to each other now that Summer lived in New York. She heard them more often here than she did in Michigan and they’d started to be less interesting to her. Still, this girl had piqued Summer’s curiosity. “I like your accent.” She commented shortly, hoping it would break the ice instead of making thins more awkward. “I can’t quite name it, though. Where are you from? If you don’t mind my asking,” Summer added quickly, not at all wanting to sound prying. If Garrett ever found out Summer was getting to know the customers, he’d probably dock her pay. She wasn’t here to make friends, as it were, but to make sales and blah blah blah.

She lived in an apartment? The girl looked kind of young to be living on her own. Summer didn’t say anything, though she was incredibly curious, because you could never tell with people in New York. She didn’t want to offend the girl by saying she looked young when she could very well be touchy on such a subject. Summer felt a little guilty; the girl wasn’t making eye contact at all. There was no reason to be nervous or embarrassed, really… “I don’t know if we have any tomato vines,” Summer muttered, looking around. If they did, The Last Petal had just gained some respect from her. “We do, however, have small flowers.” Summer gestured for the girl to follow, leading her to the Snap Dragons. What else could she suggest? Summer had never been very good at arrangements.

“We’ve also got Nemophila, Verbena, Dianthus, and Columbine flowers.” Summer was surprised she could remember them all by name. Now, if only she could find them. Summer wandered away from the girl a bit, wondering if somebody had rearranged everything without telling her. “I’m Summer, by the way.” Finding the Verbena, she wasn’t quite sure if she should go into a long rant about flowers. Summer found it annoying, whenever Garrett did so. “Most of those range from red to pink or purple to blue.” Summer smiled and returned to the girl. “I hope that wasn’t overwhelming…”

notes; ehow is my flower knowledge. l: