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Post by HUNTER SEBASTIAN BANKS on Feb 1, 2013 11:47:55 GMT -5
Weddings and funerals were the two best guarantees of success for a florist. Aside from that, holidays were the only real excuse most people bought flowers. Valentine's Day, fortunately, provided quite a rush of business, which was currently the only reason that Alyssa's shop was staying afloat. It meant long hours, of course, and it meant that Bridget had to spend a lot of evenings around helping her get things finished. Alyssa couldn't afford to pay another designer to help her out, and Bridget was talented enough to help her finish things up. Tonight, though, the girl was more than a little busy with homework and ballet classes, and Alyssa couldn't bring herself to ask her daughter to give that up just to spend the evening helping her piece together mementos of someone else's happy ending.
She'd closed the shop about half an hour ago and was currently in the back room, which was sunken a couple of steps below the front area, but had no door, making it easy to hear the front door. Common sense usually told her to lock up, but given the season, there were always a few stragglers that didn't make it during business hours and needed to beg her to help them win over the woman of their dreams.
As Alyssa was tucking greenery into a bud vase, she heard the chime of the front door being opened. Not entirely surprised, she wiped her hands on her jeans, smoothed her hair a bit, and made her way into the front room where she found a teenage boy. Generally, her teenage customers came in right after school or earlier in the evening. But maybe he had a good reason. "We're actually closed, but can I help you with something?" she asked with a smile.
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Of course, Hunter hadn't planned to come late, but in a way that was easier, no one could interrupt him, but the moment he stepped in the shop, he felt bad again. She probably didn't want to see him, right? She was probably too busy for this. In fact, he was only late because he was begging the priest to let him sleep one more night in the church. He was running out of time, he needed to get somewhere, maybe he needed to go back to his foster parents even.
Hunter had left Bandit outside, hoping no one would catch him and send him to the pound. He hiked his backpack a little higher on his back as the woman came out to greet him. She looked more tired and old than she did in the photo, but that was understandable.
Moment of truth, but Hunter couldn't figure out what to say, so he stood there for a moment, just looking at her. "Um, You're Alyssa Moore, right?" He asked, but he was fairly sure he was right about that.
"I uh, well..." He said, digging in his backpack for the photo, as well as the letter and the blank check. Hunter wasn't exactly sure where to start. "I found these in my father's things, I think he knew you..." Hunter handed over the half written apology letter and the photo, as well as the check. |
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