There was nothing better than ending a hard day at work with a bubble bath. As Rose sunk into the water, she tried to let her mind wander, to take a moment to just be by herself and leave her worries and concerns far, far away.

Rose paused to wonder about why some of the people that came to the flower shop wanted the flowers that they did regardless of whether they knew the meanings as few seemed to. It just seemed fitting that that woman that stopped mid-run probably wanted to spontaneously buy flowers for her boyfriend.

Alya probably stopped by just a half an hour after that, because she and Nino fought the night before, and she wanted to buy apology flowers since she hadn't seen him all day yet and felt guilty. She'd done so before, and Rose was glad that those flowers always brought with them warmth and smiles.

Adrien had stopped by again without buying anything, 'just looking,' or rather he'd chickened out yet again on asking out that dream girl of his that he was still trying desperately to impress. Rose knew that he'd be fine once he worked up the nerve to ask her out and brought the flowers to her.

Flowers could say so much since they carried their own meanings like a love letter did, and Rose never stopped wanting to learn all that she could about them. When Adrien came by, she told him what she knew to keep his mind off of things and help him calm down. It never lasted more than fifteen minutes to a half hour.

He always had places to be and better ways of avoiding asking out that 'secret' girl of his. Rose just hoped that he'd somehow find the words to just ask her out.

Juleka had stopped by in a frenzy even though she still often helped out at the flower shop, mainly helping balance the bills and everything for it, so that it still ran. She'd ran a tired hand through her hair and told Rose that she didn't have long to talk and left less than five minutes later with an assortment of different flowers with many different meanings.

She knew almost all of the meanings that Rose did, so it really was a wonder. Rose figured that may be she was bringing flowers for Nathanael to sketch or paint or something as she'd done that before or may be she had a really complicated feeling that she wanted to tell her boyfriend or fiancee rather since he had proposed pretty recently.

Rose tapped on pink painted toe against the bathtub and sighed as she pondered over all of this and so many other customers: some stayed to chat, others left in a hurry like it was an emergency, and others managed to find the perfect time in between all of that.

She still wasn't entirely sure over all of the reasons that people bought flowers as only a few had ever actually told her what they were for, and some of those people were simply because she kept asking. Rose was ever curious over just where her flowers went and whether they brought relieved and apologetic tears or bright happy smiles or surprised joy or embarrassed content and excitement.

There was only so much that she was ever told about them, but she didn't mind too much as she sunk back in and finally stared at the pretty pink bubbles that were around her as if she were seeing them for the first time, as if she'd never had a bubble bath before.

Honestly, Rose loved long evenings when she finally had a chance to relax and consider wherever her thoughts ran from deep meaning to curiosity to just relaxing into the tub without much that she needed to even consider. Bubble baths were a wonderful way to end the day when business ran long at the flower shop and when she felt as worn out as could be and needed a different break from it all.

She couldn't always run to the garden to calm down, and she smiled at the thought. Rose would make sure to wake up early to tend to her flowers and let the day begin however it will.