I nearly drop my fork. “Are you sure?” I ask through a strangled breath.
“Shit. I figured you haven’t heard yet, but I was hoping you did. Sorry to bring bad news.”
“No, thank you for telling me.” I take another drink from the wine. “Flower Hub. That’s very not good.”
Blossom has plenty of competition for customers across the city of Buffalo, but a cheap chain store right down the street represents a whole other kind of pressure.
My mind flashes back to the news from Zooey earlier, that someone had been placing large orders at her farm, and I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth.
“Extremely not good,” I mumble.
Finn offers a sympathetic smile. “If it helps, I can speak loudly about your low prices and incomparable bouquets from my ice cream counter.”
“Careful, before I take you up on that.”
We both laugh, and the conversation flows on. But for the rest of the night, there’s a worry lodged in the back of my head, waiting for me to confront it.
