For seventeen-year-old Romy Mae, selling flowers to strangers off the streets is the perfect job, or at least it is until Jack Michaels begins to work alongside her.
He doesn't speak, instead communicating with glares and scowls instead of actual words, and with an ex-convict mother and the rest of her family sort of falling apart, the last thing Romy needs to deal with is Jack's incompetence.
She'll forever praise the day when Jack screws up big time and finally gets himself fired, but until that day comes it's mostly just her, him, and a whole lot of flowers.
[This book is a mess and I have no intentions of editing it ever. Please check out my other much better works instead.]