Cas had come to realize in the last six years of employment that What in Carnation always seemed to smell of fresh dew, even if the plants had gone eight or sometimes ten hours without being watered. It was refreshing. The pseudo-nature environment had become one of the only reasons Cas got out of his bed in the morning. Had it not been for the job, he was sure heād be still laying in the Hendricks Apartments, watching eighteen hours of Netflix a day.
As he shifted around in his cow print onesie pajamas, Cas heard the usual jingle that came with the door of the establishment opening and began to chuckle to himself. āWelcome to What in Carnation; youāre right on thyme for some amazing deals,ā he declared in the most jovial tone he could muster. His eyes were locked on the third button, deciding whether or not he would leave it unbuttoned or keep it as open as it was, exposing a plain tank top underneath. The late night air brought an unsavory draft that thumped at his chest. Obviously, the dilemma could wait, and he looked up in time to continue with a cheery, āHow may I help you?ā
Flowers were tradition for Ruby to send to her family during Christmas. They sent money and flowers, nothing else. It made it easy for the woman when it came to Christmas shopping, but when flower shops were going out of business left and right ā the economy, killer of things that Ruby needed most ā it became harder and harder to fulfill the tradition.Ā
She hadn't been in What in Carnation before, but it was one of the only flower shop options she had. And when she opened the door, Ruby couldn't believe what she saw ā who wore onesie pajamas, outside of the comfort of their home?Ā
"Are you really wearing that?" the blonde asked, trying to keep herself from letting out a loud laugh. "Like, I'm not just imagining that, right?"
