Me Again

There was small van parked outside the shop door, filled with flowers of every colour and shape. A tall, brown haired man in a mint green jacket and black jeans was carrying boxes back and forth from the van into the premises next door.
"I guess it's been sold then." Said the customer in the chair, as the man holding a tattoo pen in his hand peeked out the window, shifting the blinds that gave the room a slightly dark atmosphere.
"Yep. A florists, I think."