Bailey had just got done serving a customer when her gaze fell to the desk in front of her, noticing one of the bouquets she put together for the person who had just left. Quickly raising her gaze, she hoped to still see them leaving the shop, but there was no luck in that, so her gaze rapidly looked back down, panic slowly starting to raise inside of her as she reached for the flowers. Rushing around the counter, she called out to one of her coworkers to look after the desk while she rushed out of the store, all but ready to yell out to the customer, because they couldn’t have really gotten that far in such a short span of time, right? But what she wasn’t expecting was to collide full force with someone walking by the shop and the bouquet instantly went flying as her hands instinctively moved to grip onto the person as she stumbled backwards. She could now feel the panic rising even more inside of her. but for a different reason as her face heated up and her heart began to hammer. “Oh my god!,” The Australian quickly let out. “I am so, so, sorry!” she continued, still holding onto them and once she realized, she quickly let go and put a big enough distance between them as she raised a hand to brush the back of her neck. “Ar- uh, are you okay?” She couldn’t help the small stammer as she looked back to the other. It was definitely safe to say she was completely flustered, so much so that she had completely forgotten the whole reason why she had rushed outside for the moment.
