LEILA'S POV
The storekeeper, a short, plump woman, rose from her place at the counter, startled by Ruelle's hurried entry. I looked around and realized for the first time that we were in a flower shop.
"What can I help you with?" she asked.
"I just want to look around," Ruelle snapped.
The woman slowly sat down, evidently surprised at Ruelle's curt tone.
Ruelle began moving about aimlessly, yanking at leaves and tugging at petals. It was pretty obvious that she wasn't paying attention to what she was doing.
I had never seen her so flustered and couldn't resist saying while hiding a grin, "Ruelle, are we going to start a garden?"
Ruelle straightened, yanked her hand back from the stem of a rose plant and shot a glare at me. She did not answer me at once. She darted a glance at t
