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She heard the cup hit the granite counter top and looked up to see a tall white cup with her name written on it in black sharpie "Thank you," she directed at the young woman that made her coffee before she turned on her heel and walked towards the exit

She could hear Joe calling after her "You know, one day I' to wish you would have said yes to hter in his voice

"Today is not that day, Joe!" she called back before pushing the door open with her pal Clarke's body shivered just a little as the wind hit her on her way down the street It was going to be warh 50s outside, s have a bite to them Clarke was ready for the bite to leave and the warmth of the sun to follow her on her short journey over to the shop

When she got there, she just stood there for ainto her dark shop She adinia Clarke's Petals" The name of the shop always sounded more like a novel, but that was how she liked it She wanted the place to be more than just another corner flower shop She wanted it to tell a story

Clarke sighed and pulled out the golden key fro into the shop She walked through, flipping on lights so she could glance at the work that had been done as she took her belongings into the back to lock thelanced at the large corkboard which was the only decoration of any kind against the white walls She keptwith the office, but she didn't knohat At least the employees kept the corkboard filled with employee of the month pictures, happy customers and their favorite bouquets each month A lot of thes and conferences That was her life's work up there, narrowed down to a tiny space on the ith some cheesy photos

Clarke knew all she had acco for ways to be h It probably had so to do with her h her mind as if it was her conscience