Simple Truths H.S

3.personal invite

when I said I didn't think about last night as the day went on, I would be lying.

my mind was filled with different possibilities to the fact that I left a boa in his room.

But then I came to the conclusion that, no one is going to think anything of it. I mean a concert venue with almost 20,000 people, I doubt they will think anything of a feathered Boa. I especially don't think they'll rule it out to be mine. it could have been anyones.

With that in the back of my head all day, the day went stressful. I had a few middle aged woman come complaining about how the flowers died within a few days. I then asked them how often they changed the water or cut the ends. They proceeded by ignoring my question.

but with the flowers they showed me, I don't think they even put the damn flowers in water at all.

People like that come in more often than you'd think. Especially in a big city like New York City. Everyone is trying their best to get an inch of a hold unto a plant. the sad part though it the fact that they ignore the instructions card I hand them. making their plants die more sooner than they expected. I always suggest people in the city to buy a succulent, but in reality, those things are almost harder to take care of than flower. They always last longer though.

My favorite flower is a baby breath. its so simple and innocent. Plus, it's beautiful. When I was younger my favorite flower was a sunflower. But the thought of the flower now has me in shivers.

Ive been into flowers ever since I found out about sunflowers. My mom would buy me books and flowers every weekend from the farmers market.  that was one of my favorite memories me and her shared.

When I moved out. I had a passion in working in a flower shop. But failed to open my own. As it turns out, opening your own shop in a big city can be really hard. Luckily my neighbor Susan owned a little shop on 5th avenue. close to our apartment. 

Susans an elderly woman, who was just glad to have more help into her shop. but only if she knew how much it meant to me her invite.

For the past few years now ive been working here at "chrysanthemums shoppe" and ive loved it with my whole heart.

I've tried to get Susan to tell me why she picked the name for years now, but she won't budge.

her shop is a small room that also happens to be long. Her decor is simple with white walls. The thing that really adds the color would be the flower. in reality, her shop is beautiful. She also has hints of little pieces that her late husband had.

One of my favorite parts about this job is that next door theres a fantastic coffee shop. I go almost every day when I can. The people there offer me a discount as well since I work next-door. Thankfully they do that, because the coffee isn't cheap.

today during my break I decide to once again go to the busy cafe.

I make a quit exit out of the shop, and move my way into the crowd of people walking on the streets. 

The shop is in the upper east side of Manhattan, very close to my flat. I love it though, because central park is a short walk from both the shop and my apartment.

My senses are filled with the scent of roasted beans as I make my way through the heavy doors of the cafe. "Ay! Its Sierra, we've got your drink ready" Carlos says once he sees my face.

I'm a regular here. I think I underestimated how often I come here. 

I always get the same thing, which is a simple Caramel cold brew. However soon when they release they're fall drinks I'll switch to they're pumpkin cold brews. which will be very soon.