Jayson glanced at his watch. It was 11:05 p.m, and the streets were dead quiet except for the occasional rustle of leaves in the chilly night breeze.
The shop was small and quaint, with a wooden door painted a soft green and yellow. The lock didn’t look too complicated. With the tools in hand Amad got to work
To his surprise, the lock clicked open after a minute of fumbling. The door creaked slightly as they pushed it open, and the smell of flowers immediately filled the air, a mix of roses, lilies, and something sweet Jayson or Amad couldn’t name
“And we are in”
Amad muttered as they stepped into the shop together, their eyes darting all over the place l, surprised by the amount of flowers that was in the place. .
Amad was good with stuff like this, breaking into places, and his s
