Suri Nightingale
“Good morning! Welcome to Maria’s Floras. How may I help you?” I greeted the middle-aged lady in a bright yellow outfit with as much energy as I could muster in the morning.
It’s been five days since I started my work at the flower shop café. Every morning I wake up at exactly a quarter to five, get ready quickly, and ask Benjamin to drive me.
Today is my fifth day and I can say I’m already getting the hang of things. My routine is being at the store at exactly five thirty where Maria is already waiting for me. She tasks me to do some cleaning while she’s baking the pastries for the day and when I’m done, I check on the flowers and tell her if there is anything out of the ordinary.
I guess the only part I’m really not used to is having enough energy to greet people
