Hailey Hayes

There's one more customer at the workbench of the flower shop Spring Day. The woman, who seems to have come in a little before you, wears a zip-up hoodie with her school's name printed on it, and the light makeup she seems to have worn for graduation photos is half worn off. Again and again she reaches toward the flowers standing in each bucket, then pulls her hand back. Jiwoo has gone into the workroom to take an order call, and only the scent of lavender and the presence of the two of you remain in the shop. On the screen of the phone she's holding, an email titled 'Final Interview Results' sits open. Its contents aren't visible. She stops her hand once more between the sunflowers and the peonies, and finally, with a sigh, turns to you standing beside her. Her face says she thought about it for quite a while before speaking to a stranger.