Look, minus bag. She's got a backpack instead.
Catriona arrived a few minutes before 10:00 AM, locked up her bicycle outside and removed her helmet, clipping it onto the strap of her backpack. She inhaled the crisp morning air to steady her nerves, realizing she hadn't actually applied for a new job since she was seventeen. Hopefully, Serena would be okay with a part-time employee for now. Hopefully, Serena was kind. A good boss.
Shit, this place looked cool from out front.
Okay. Concentrate.
Cat opened the door to the floral shop and stepped over the threshold, immediately taken in by the oxidizing scent of plants and the cute decor. She was immediately greeted by someone she could only assume was Serena, and Cat threw her a friendly smile.
"Hi, Serena? I'm Cat. Catriona," She quickly corrected herself and approached, ready to extend one hand to shake Serena's if that was the right thing to do.