Arya worked weekends; they were prime time for flower shops and she accommodated them - it was good money, and she tended to thrive in stressful situations. Probably because the sheer amount of pot she smoked in the evenings and on her days off meant that she'd lost the ability to be anything but chill, but she might have also had undiagnosed ADHD. Who knew? She didn't really have time - or, rather, she didn't feel like making the time - to see a shrink whose advice she probably wouldn't take and whose medication she had quite a severe disinterest in. In any case, her self medication was safe enough; she didn't sample the spiked variations that she sold - partly thanks to her brother. Her brother who, coincidentally enough, had invited her to dinner, and who warned her away from substances she didn't know the origins of. Considering he wasn't championing many of her other life decisions, Arya figured she could grant him some small graces. Perhaps save him from a heart attack in his youth.
The tinkling of the bell attached to her storefront door jingled at 5pm as she turned the sign from 'OPEN' to 'CLOSED', then made her way upstairs, removing a her apron as she went.
Staring down at her phone in her apartment, with an unlit joint in her other hand, the woman frowned for some time before sighing, rolling her eyes, and setting down her drug of choice. Jasper didn't like the smell, and though it inevitably lingered on her clothes and hair, she figured she could do him the courtesy of not making it fresh. She tapped a response, then shuffled off to the bathroom to change out of her work clothes and change.
A few hours later, having applied a light face of makeup and spritzed herself heavily with a perfume that smelled of spices, Arya made her way down to Jasper's choice of restaurant. She wore a flowing dress, overlaid with polka dot chiffon, and carried with her a small arrangement of flowers in a mason jar - a gift for her brother. She was known for these little party favours; she loved her job so much that she had difficulty not sharing it with those she loved. After returning his embrace, she offered them to him, then took a seat and looked up to accept the menu from the waiter.
"Oh, uhh, do they have any tofu here? I'm kinda on a vegetarian kick. What are you having?"
The tinkling of the bell attached to her storefront door jingled at 5pm as she turned the sign from 'OPEN' to 'CLOSED', then made her way upstairs, removing a her apron as she went.
Staring down at her phone in her apartment, with an unlit joint in her other hand, the woman frowned for some time before sighing, rolling her eyes, and setting down her drug of choice. Jasper didn't like the smell, and though it inevitably lingered on her clothes and hair, she figured she could do him the courtesy of not making it fresh. She tapped a response, then shuffled off to the bathroom to change out of her work clothes and change.
A few hours later, having applied a light face of makeup and spritzed herself heavily with a perfume that smelled of spices, Arya made her way down to Jasper's choice of restaurant. She wore a flowing dress, overlaid with polka dot chiffon, and carried with her a small arrangement of flowers in a mason jar - a gift for her brother. She was known for these little party favours; she loved her job so much that she had difficulty not sharing it with those she loved. After returning his embrace, she offered them to him, then took a seat and looked up to accept the menu from the waiter.
"Oh, uhh, do they have any tofu here? I'm kinda on a vegetarian kick. What are you having?"
