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[ the afternoon had been full of nothing but scooting about the flower shop, peeking out through the windows every once in a while for any sign of anthony. for it to rain early that morning and just progress throughout the day made him worried, especially with the thought that his employee (friend) had to ride in that weather. he already has a towel in hand, wringing it nervously between his palms, continuing his fretting and pacing near the entrance of the flower shop in silence. ]