Pick Your Poison, Monday Evening
It was starting to get late out, but that really didn't bother Ino. She liked working nights-all Turks did, even those who bitched about them-and playing with formulae for perfumes in the backroom of her not-quite-open shop made her happy and comfortable.
It was a lot better than being… or well, better than dwelling on a lot of things that she hadn't really figured out how to work through.
Ino left the lights on in the front of the shop, the door unlocked, and with her long, long blonde hair braided up, she worked quietly, lavender and lilac and vanilla filling the air.
In the window was an illuminated sign that read:
Pick Your Poison
Opening Soon
The shop wasn't technically open yet, but… hey, she wasn't going to turn down anyone who was curious enough to pry now. So… sure, the shop was open.
For a certain definition of 'open'.
[And OCD free!]
It was a lot better than being… or well, better than dwelling on a lot of things that she hadn't really figured out how to work through.
Ino left the lights on in the front of the shop, the door unlocked, and with her long, long blonde hair braided up, she worked quietly, lavender and lilac and vanilla filling the air.
In the window was an illuminated sign that read:
Pick Your Poison
Opening Soon
The shop wasn't technically open yet, but… hey, she wasn't going to turn down anyone who was curious enough to pry now. So… sure, the shop was open.
For a certain definition of 'open'.
[And OCD free!]