[b][u][center]10:05 AM, Flower Power floral shop, Coast City California[/center][/u][/b]

Jessie Beedle slumped behind the glass countertop of her parents store, the competing smells of every type of flower under the sun assaulting her nose. All she wanted to do with her day was work on her goggles some more, trying to increase the range of the telescope and try to push the limits of her powers. She'd had some success with bouncing from rooftop to rooftop, there generally weren't people up there and she could move freely. But no, instead she was down in this sweet-smelling purgatory, covering for the lazy teenagers her parents had hired. Jessie considered running up to her room and grabbing her googles and tools in order to work on them in the shop when suddenly the bell above the door rang.

Cursing silently, Jessie turned her attention to the customer who had just entered; a familiar-looking woman with dark hair and brown eyes. Jessie had seen her around, her name was... Laura maybe? Something completely unassuming and boring. The young girl sighed as she pretended to wipe off the counter, she had no time or patience for a 45 minute long conversation about what colors complimented each other and what lilacs or lilies meant in some weird old flower language. The only saving grace was that this woman's hyperactive kid wasn't around, otherwise Jessie would have to chase him and clean up after his mess just like every--

"Excuse me?" The woman asked, approaching the counter. Jessie plastered on a big fake smile and turned her attention to the thorn in her side.

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't even hear you come in! What can I help you out with today miss?" Jessie asked, her 'customer service' voice coming through as sickly-sweet as the flowers assaulting her senses.

Maybe-Laura smiled and pointed around the shop to a few different bunches. "It's alright dear; you see I'm trying to put together a small bouquet and I was hoping you could help me put something new together. I'm hoping to get something eye-popping, complimenting colors and lots of small accents." Not-Laura continued to smile as she described what most certainly was not a 'small bouquet'.

Jessie ducked behind the counter again and rolled her eyes as she grabbed the bouquet cheat sheet her parents had put together. Every month this happened, this lady would come in and ask for help for a 'small project' and then take up two hours of the day looking at things that wouldn't even look good together, stringing the employees along until they finally found something that worked for her. Today looked to be no different, another frustrating and boring-- Hey, who the Hell turned on the TV?

The part-time floral employee stood back up from behind the counter like a shot, confirming that Whats-Her-Name was still there before looking to the corner where the old TV was, relaxing as she saw her dad fiddling with the volume controls. She remembered there was some fight on today that he wanted to watch, and now it looked like he'd be doing it down here, probably to keep an eye on her and make sure she was actually working. Jessie rolled her eyes again and plastered her fake grin back on. "Well miss, we can certainly put something together that'll fit your needs. Why don't you show me what you were looking at for a base and we'll figure out where to go from there?"