Clack!
Liza jolted when one of the small pots she was working on tipped over and shattered on the floor. But before she could react, the sound of a chime echoed through the flower shop.
"Don't — I'll clean it!"
Tommy's voice rang out as he hurried toward her and crouched beside the shattered pot. Instead of picking up the pieces immediately, he checked the soil first.
"Did you already put a seed in it?" he asked, using one of the broken shards to move the soil around. "How small is the seed? And do we keep the soil?"
Liza chuckled softly at him. Of course, her husband knew what mattered most to her.
Tommy looked up in confusion. "Hmm?"
"It's just normal soil," she assured him. "Let me help you clean it up."
The couple cleaned together, Tommy gathering the broken pieces while Liza handed him a broom and dustpan. By the time he finished and sat down, she had already served him tea.
"Still as clumsy," he teased. "But that's your first accident this month."
