"I need to... not let people like that get to me... there are a lot of nice people, too. I just try to ignore them...stay out of their way. I'm... I was born this way, and I cant... I cant fucking get rid of it, so I just need to deal with it."

Lilith swallowed and stared hard at the flowers in front of her. [i]’He’s so brave,’ [/i] she thought sadly, fiddling with the end of a sprig of baby’s breath. It was strange, the florist always felt like she needed to keep her animal features hidden, but for the first time since she was a little girl, Lilith wanted to let someone else in on her secret. She couldn’t though. The brunette was certain that shop owners would fire her if they found out and the landlord would more than likely evict her, so she kept mum. It was just too risky.

“That guy was just an old fart anyways,” Lilith told him, trying to lighten the mood. The girl looked over her shoulder and saw Avery in front of the orchid table, blinking down at the delicate flowers. Lilith felt another wave of guilt wash over her and she clenched her hands, determined to find a way to fix it somehow. Her blue eyed gaze landed on the pink peonies and she knew instantly what she needed to do.

Leaning over the table she grabbed a bundle of the flowers and sat back down, her hands moving over the stems. Her tongue peeked out of her mouth as she worked, deftly twisting the ends together. When she was finished, Lilith was holding a rough flower crown in her hands. “Here,” the girl grinned, holding it up for the other to inspect. “It’s for you. You don’t have to wear it out of the store or anything,” she told him, getting up and walking over to the taller twenty year old. “I just figured it would look good with your antlers,” she continued, carefully draping the wreath onto Avery’s head. “Maybe you could let me take a picture for you?”