#becomeghosts

Katara had just gotten done with her rounds when she checked her watch. It was 5 o’clock, which meant it was just about time for her break. ‘Thank God,’ she thought to herself. Though her days usually went by pretty quickly, she couldn’t help but feel like this particular shift was dragging on and on. When she looked up, she noticed someone trying to get her attention and she pulled herself away from her thoughts. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Felicia let out a deep sigh, her nostrils flaring as she closed her eyes and attempted to massage her temples. “I love my job. I love my job. I love. My job,” she insisted, trying to calm herself down so she didn’t go absolutely apeshit at one of the other curators for making yet another massive mistake that would cost a pretty penny. She heard a knock at the door, then the squeak of it opening. “What do you need?” she snapped.

Aerith hummed to herself as she put a few more roses into the bouquet she was working on, biting her lip in concentration. Was it took much pink? She almost laughed aloud. As if there was such a thing. She grabbed a spool of ribbon from the shelf that sat to the right of the counter and began to wrap the stems of the flowers when she heard the bell above her door tinkle. Looking up, she smiled widely at the potential customer. “Hello! How can I help you today?”