Covent Garden Flowers; Wednesday [06/09].

[white_oleander]

So, Astrid could definitely hear the music of the guitar-playing orchid coming from somewhere in the store that day, but when she looked around trying to locate him, she had no such luck, and it left her frowning a little, putting more focus onto the mystery than it probably deserved, if only because it was a good distraction from thinking about other things right now that she'd been starting to get a little antsy about.

The way she saw it, then, either the orchid was around here somewhere and was either very well hidden or quite possibly invisible, or, since she'd thought of the guitar-playing orchid recently and about how she hadn't seen him in a while, that created something in her mind that was now imagining the playing, and it was all entirely in her own head.

Both seemed entirely possible, and she didn't know quite how she felt about that fact.

Covent Garden is open!