dana's tense. most times she can at least feign an air of confidence and ease, but not today, not after last night. it hurts to walk and her cowboy boots travel unevenly across the floor as she approaches the front desk of the flower shop. she pushes a smile onto her face nonetheless, trying to appear amiable as she speaks, a covered basket tucked in the crook of her elbow. "can i speak to somebody in charge?" she asks the young man at the counter with a thick and honey-sweet southern accent.
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