“Doing okay, Harry?” “My life contains nothing but a constant yearning for the eternal embrace of death.” He dropped the bouquets into the water buckets and slouched back to the door. “Today especially.” “Okay, cool, good luck with that.” Mason turned back to Keira as the florist’s door slammed, its cheerful flower-themed Open sign swinging wildly. “I’m pretty sure he secretly likes working in the floristry. He gets to rain on people’s parades if he thinks they’re too happy.”
