The Rogue's Mate

The Little Flower Shop

Standing patiently behind the counter of her flower shop's till Ana found herself drifting off once more. Not to sleep, but to the secret world in the back of her mind, the humans had no idea about. The Nightworld. A world that was full of Vampires, Angels, Demons, Gods... And so many more. She was thinking about her next job. She wasn't a welcomed part of the Nightworld. Many feared her because of what she was. She was a cursed Nephelim, The only creature of her kind. Half Angel and Half human. Yet for some ungodly reason, she was more of the latter. More Angel. 

Raphael, A rebel vampire from Brooklyn had gotten into contact with her the previous night, saying he had urgent business with her. Usually, that meant He wanted someone gone, Or something big was about the threaten the existence of the Nightworld. That wasn't on. Ana had probably thought of 100's of different ways the meeting would go, but knowing her, It wouldn't be any of them. The bell of her door would bring her back to the small Flower shop she owned on the edges of the bustling city of Manhatten, New York. Her shop was quaint. It had a typical green frame, The words "Ana's flowers" wrote on the glass window with an old type of typography. A few vintage-looking shelves outside the store would advertise her plants and herbs alike. She often sold her items to witches and druids. It was hard for them to find a lot of the plants they saught now in the modern-day setting and Ana, when travelling for work, would often come across a lot of it. The inside of the shop was just as beautiful Green and white diamond wallpaper with small golden wall lamps to essentiate the glows and add a warm but earthy aesthetic.

Looking up from the till Ana smiled brightly at the woman who approached the counter. Two pointed canines would peek out from under her top lip. "Good afternoon ma'am, How can I help you today?" She asked the old looking lady. She had a mix of grey and white hair, done up into the 1950s curled style. She had ivory wrinkled skin, with vibrant bright blue eyes. She found those eyes captivating and she knew why. It ran in her blood. However, Ana's eyes were a vibrant, rich, emerald green. Like her Mothers. They were alluring. The Elderly woman had classic pearls adorning her ears and around her neck with a simple white dress, small white clutch and white 2-inch heels with the open toe. She looked fabulous for her age. 

"Good evening dear-" her wavey but rich voice would begin. "I'm looking for some sage darling, Maybe some white lilies for my sister. She adores them you see and she's just gotten out of surgery." the woman had already begun to open her clutch and fetch the money. "Of course. Would you like sage raw or wrapped?" she asked as she retrieved a bouquet of lilies, placed them on a plastic wrap and rolled them up, taping the plastic in place. She then wrapped them in a pretty light pink tissue paper layer, then another plastic wrap. After taping it all in place, she wrote a small "Get well soon, Ana's Flowers" before clipping it to the plastic corner with a small peg.

"Stick please darling. These look absolutely divine Dear." the woman would complement the almost perfect lilies. A smile pulled at the corner of Ana's lips as she grabbed a thick stick of sage and bagged it for the woman. "Take the flowers free of charge, I hope your sister gets well soon, Mrs," she said with a warm, genuine smile.

"Nonsense, you have to make a living. How much dear?" The woman would flash a small but kind smile. "That's going to be.." she began as she tapped on a few buttons on the register. "10 dollars and 85 cents please." The woman carefully handed over the notes and change before taking hold of the sage and then the flowers. "Thank you darling, I'll defiantly be returning here again!" the woman would shout over her shoulder. "Goodbye!" Ana called from behind.

She had quickly rounded the counter and jogged to the door to open it for the elderly woman, predicting she would drop her handful for things trying to open it. Besides, it was just polite. "Manners Make-ith Man." she murmured as she flipped the store sign closed dead at 7 pm.