Could it Be You?

Meara locked eyes with him with a blank expression.

"Ms. Meara! You're back!" A teenage apprentice greeted them.

Sean Cyrill Wincoff was the first to look away. He looked at the apprentice and then went back to whispering with the old man.

"Hello, we brought you something good." Meara approached the counter.

"Did you know? The last potted plants you brought were slowly cultivated and we have nursed a few seedlings…hmm," he looked at her then at Theron who was holding a large box covered with black cloth, "You didn't bring potted plants this time?"

Before Meara could answer, the old man in the corner left the snobbish young master and interrupted them.

"Hello, young lady. You were the one who brought the rare plants last time? I am Winston Wincoff, the owner of this pharmacy. May I invite you inside where we can talk privately? I can see your friend brought a large box over there. Come and be more comfortable."