When the bell over the door sounded, Greta set down what she had been doing and emerged from the back of the flower shop.  A small smile formed on her lips when she stepped out into the main shop.  Any time a customer stopped by, Greta was glad for it.  After all, they were the reason she was able to do what she loved for a living.

Upon catching sight of the man there, she smiled.  Greta remembered Will.  he’d come in before to buy flowers for his wife.  It had been awhile since he stopped in though.  “Good afternoon,” she greeted him.  “How are you today?”  She wondered what special occasion had brought him by the shop.  There were people who came in regularly just because they liked flowers, but then there were those who came in with a reason.  He had always seemed like the latter type.  Of course, Greta could have been wrong.  Judging people off first assumptions did get people in plenty of trouble.