The clock on the wall chimed exactly eight times, its rhythmic ticks echoing through the cozy, dimly lit interior of the flowershop.. Marion's corporate executive dinner was in full swing across town, and judging by the lack of frantic phone calls from the coordinators, the crimson centerpieces were doing their job flawlessly.
"Hay, sa wakas! Tapos na rin ang pinakamahabang Biyernes sa kasaysayan ng flower shop na 'to!"
Hijomi let out a dramatic yell, dropping his head flat onto the wooden counter. He looked completely drained, his apron covered in stray leaves, dirt, and dried floral adhesive. "Heila, uuwi na ako. Kung papapiliin niyo ako sa pagitan ng paglilinis ng mga natirang stems at ang matulog ng labing-dalawang oras, pipiliin ko ang matulog. Please sabihin mo na pwede na akong um
