Covent Garden Flowers, [7/31]
Hurley had headed down to work, just like any other morning.
The part where he'd barely opened the front door to Covent Garden before he'd collapsed on the front stoop and was in a snoring, catatonic sleep, well... that wasn't like any other morning.
The sign in the window read:
Covent Garden Flowers
Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.
[ooc: OCD first, please Very open!]
The part where he'd barely opened the front door to Covent Garden before he'd collapsed on the front stoop and was in a snoring, catatonic sleep, well... that wasn't like any other morning.
The sign in the window read:
Covent Garden Flowers
Eliza Doolittle, prop.
Fresh flowers from nosegays to bouquets!
Delivery available upon request.
[ooc: OCD first, please Very open!]