"Good afternoon."
I said the phrase with a huge smile on my face as our first customer waltzed through the door. It was a young woman, with cascading blonde hair and a petite figure. Her face was familiar, just as every one of them was in the small town of Crosston. Her name, however, escaped me. I remembered seeing her at the park a few times with her children.
"Afternoon," she stepped towards the counter as her cracked lips pulled up into a thin smile, "How much are your flowers?'
I supplied another smile and gestured to the bouquets behind me, "Depends which ones, ma'am. I can help you find anything within your budget." My smile faded slightly at her weak grin, "What is the occasion?"
"My daughter's birthday," the woman looked behind me, her tired eyes scanning the flowers. She smil
