The bell to the shop tinkled, but it was just the wind. The girl at the counter huffed a little... That doorway needed to be fixed. The jingle happened every time the wind blew, and it was starting to get a little annoying. Although, she mused, it was a pretty nice effect when it did *that*.
She meant the sunflowers across the shop, on the wall at the end facing her. They bobbed a little in the breeze, and a faint prismatic effect nearby highlighted them nicely. She smiled.
It was nice to work in a place where they sold sweets, she thought, hugging herself and leaning up to the counter. The whole place smelled a little like caramel brown sugar. But also, there was a hint of roses that she wasn't sure came from the candy; it was just sort of there, somehow. Maybe it was the smell of the happiness that came from the people in the shop, she thought with a little giggle. She peeked into one of the glass cases. It had pink mochi candies in it; they had little flowers on them, tiny purple and green and yellow ones. But no roses. And they didn't have any rose petals, either. Not candied ones, not fresh ones, not even dried ones in potpourri. They had candied violets, though. Those were pretty. They were purple. Or, she thought, raising her eyebrows at a container full of candy sticks, were they violet?
The bell jingled again. She looked up in a huff, again, frustrated at the wind's disturbance of her obviously, terribly important thoughts. But this time, it wasn't just the wind- although a little of that, too, teased past the door; no, this time, it was a customer. Oho! Business!
She hopped up and grinned at the person entering her shop, saying "Welcome, welcome! We have all sorts of sweets here! We sell daifuku, American candy, frozen snacks, and even some pastries made fresh! I'd be glad to help you today! Please take a look around and find something you like."
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She meant the sunflowers across the shop, on the wall at the end facing her. They bobbed a little in the breeze, and a faint prismatic effect nearby highlighted them nicely. She smiled.
It was nice to work in a place where they sold sweets, she thought, hugging herself and leaning up to the counter. The whole place smelled a little like caramel brown sugar. But also, there was a hint of roses that she wasn't sure came from the candy; it was just sort of there, somehow. Maybe it was the smell of the happiness that came from the people in the shop, she thought with a little giggle. She peeked into one of the glass cases. It had pink mochi candies in it; they had little flowers on them, tiny purple and green and yellow ones. But no roses. And they didn't have any rose petals, either. Not candied ones, not fresh ones, not even dried ones in potpourri. They had candied violets, though. Those were pretty. They were purple. Or, she thought, raising her eyebrows at a container full of candy sticks, were they violet?
The bell jingled again. She looked up in a huff, again, frustrated at the wind's disturbance of her obviously, terribly important thoughts. But this time, it wasn't just the wind- although a little of that, too, teased past the door; no, this time, it was a customer. Oho! Business!
She hopped up and grinned at the person entering her shop, saying "Welcome, welcome! We have all sorts of sweets here! We sell daifuku, American candy, frozen snacks, and even some pastries made fresh! I'd be glad to help you today! Please take a look around and find something you like."
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