Roman watched him make his rounds. His eyes lingered on the various leaves and buds. If he hadn't already developed a liking for this guy, he would make a note to break in later and sample a few. But no. He didn't want stock going missing on Zack's watch.

The young man drew himself up and rattled off his spiel as though he'd already spent hours practicing it. "Only that it's the best florist in t-town--a stunning array of local and exotic blooms all season, any season, with informed and friendly service to boot."

He took a grand, sweeping bow.