
Username: SarcasticFallenAngel
Name: Isa Charvi
Gender: Female
Job: Florist/Flower shop atendent
Job description: 
They say that communicate is the key to express what we feel, Isa couldn’t be in more agreement with said fact. The only thing is that, for her, one of the most important forms of communication was flowers language. Words could be tricky at times, and others may not convey precisely what one was trying to make the other understand, or would be too many and so would only make themselves harder to get through. But flowers were honest, their colors and such would speak without any sort of alteration. Something so big as an emotion would fit into something so small and frail. Charvi would be watering the flowers, cutting off the excess of stem from the newest delivery, fixing up pendant orders or thinking of new combinations for the pre-made bouquet that would be on display until they were bought. She would be active and prance around the shop more times than not.
Her routine would remain the same until the first and expected client would walk in.
“Hi Mister Parkston, it’s good to see you this morning” She greeted the man who would come into the flower shop on a daily basis.
“Hello Chér, it’s always nice seeing you. I assume you know why I’m here.” He corresponded with his own polite greeting, walking up to the counter, eyes roaming the variety of colors and types of flowers.
“I sure do, just give me a moment.” Isa commented before she fetched a square of wrapping paper, blue and purple stripes adorning it. She studied the different options and after some thinking made her decision. Once the bouquet was made she went back to the register to get the finishing touches done and charge the usual price.
“So, what’s todays pick?” Mr. Parkston asked, glancing curiously at the neatly wrapped bouquet, which laid on the surface of the counter.
“We have some Hollys, Chrysanthemums, and Bells of Ireland” Isa explained with a smile, receiving the money that the customer handed her, and then placed it in the register.
“They’re for good luck, domestic happiness and the Chrysanthemums are your flowers of birth, or at least they are associated with the month you were born in.” Once she finished talking she handed the flowers over to the older man.
“Well, once again Chér you’ve made a wonderful choice! See you tomorrow.” He assured and said his farewells before leaving. A happy smile lingered on Charvis lips, that was the part she loved the most, seeing the customers’ reactions to what a simple thing as a flower could tell them. With a nostalgic sigh, she went back to making herself useful around the shop.
The shop itself was a family business, even though her parents had stable jobs they had opened it as they noticed how much Isa loved caring for the flowers and attending others. The shop provided some extra income and kept Charvi occupied in her free time. One would think that the local, being away from her house would make her parents worried, but the shop was in a nice neighborhood and Isa had never experienced any accident or nasty situation there so her parents left any sort of worry aside and simply let the business to her care. Fortunately, her mom and dad would have the weekends off and so, they could take over for her to enjoy Saturday and Sunday. The schedule for opening and closing time wasn't very long, not a problem at all, as the majority of the customers that would buy there would usually come around in the morning, and with said arrangement work didn’t interfere with her studies. It was practically the dream job for Charvi.
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