愿望 39

"How do you attract customers like that?”

"You must be good at touching flowers, I guess."

Before Isaac could answer back, a man named Jack grumbled next to him. The drunken man simply warned, 'It's noisy.'

No matter what they said, Isaac didn't say anything. The rustling sound was loud, while the pink, purple, and lace-wrapped flower bouquets were slightly dull with pink ribbons. It was always difficult to pack a bouquet. It was especially so when making it was even more so.

"That's it."

Isaac, who put a large bouquet of flowers on the counter after a long time, asked mechanically, "Do you need a card?" Most people who buy bouquets often write simple messages or put cards next to bouquets together. Therefore, various kinds of cards were displayed on the counter. However, the drunkard follows his head.

"What's the point of giving you that?"

A drunken man who answered bluntly held a large bouquet of flowers in one hand. Hm, the drunken man with a nasal voice looked around rudely swinging a bouquet of flowers.

"The flowers are pretty...….”

Then he puts down his hand with a bouquet of flowers and stares at Isaac. His expression on the face of Isaac was sour.

"The packaging is terrible.”

"Didn't you like it?"

"What a fascinating florist. How can you make a living by doing this? It's blunt and can't be wrapped."

The drunkard talked bitterly, but Isaac himself knew that the package of flowers was not very good, so it was not very impressive. I thought about returning the money.

It was regrettable that they lost their time to those who suddenly pushed for time even after closing the door, but what can they do? If you get a bad idea, you'll have to curry favor with them because they won't be able to break down the entire store.

"Do you want a refund?"

Isaac asked simply without explanation of the bouquet. A refund would be better. It was more difficult if you even begged me to make it again.