So it was late in the afternoon by the time she got into the city and found the address. Even later by the time she got a parking spot and jogged back to the shop carrying the heavy box. By the time she was shouldering open the front door of what she thought might be some kind of florist, it was a quarter of an hour before most closing times.
The blonde headed towards the counter first, placing the medium square box on its top while she glanced around the interior.
It was a fascinating array of smells, intricate details and shelves crammed with curious jars. She forgot her parcel for a moment as she stepped towards one rack to peer at its contents, hand dragging off and falling away from the box to hang by her side limply. She still had grease under her fingernails from the garage...