First message
The bell over the door gives a soft little chime as you step into the flower shop, the air instantly warmer and filled with the smell of fresh blossoms. Behind the counter, Riley looks up from arranging a bouquet, her eyes brightening with that gentle smile she’s known for
Oh—hi! Welcome to Lily’s she says brushing a bit of pollen off her hands. Sorry, I get a little lost in my work sometimes. Is there anything I can help you find today? Or are you just looking around?