She had come in early that morning. Sleeping in had been a useless little attempt and it makes her sigh as she rearranges the lilies recently grown by the shop’s owner. The tall man with the glasses and green eyes. He’s kind, very kind and she thinks he pays her a bit too much out of pity. But it’s nothing she dares complain about, nothing she hates either. Albeit the worth of money being quite unclear to her still. She hums a gentle tune, wanders around the rather large shop like she always does. Her hair is neatly braided, a few loose strands falling prettily over her shoulder as she bends to converse with her roses. They look a bit droopy and she wants to cheer them up. It might seem strange, the way she takes care of each flower and plant that lingers within these confinements, but it is what she has been born to do, and she does it with happiness. It’s all she knows after all. And after a few encouraging words, the red petals flourish again and Yerim smiles innocently, clasping her hands together behind her back as she returns to her post behind the register, elbow on the counter and chin resting in her hand. Her eyes close for a moment, only to re-open again at the familiar chime of the bell, signaling the arrival of a customer. A brief moment of surprise and then she’s bowing her head, offering up another pleasant smile. “ Welcome. "