Lily Maleto was hard at work in The Garden, an herbal shop that sat between the rich part of town and the poor part of town. She was an average height girl, with long wavy hair that she usually kept up in a messy bun while she worked. The sleeves of her dark blue shirt were pushed up to her elbows as she was grinding herbs in a motor and pestle. A purple apron was smudge with dust from grinding and stains from making creams and oils. The store itself was small, but fit its purpose. It didn't get too many customers but it was enough to stay afloat. Teas, spices, herbs, creams oils were organized and lined the shelves top to bottom, a tall wooden ladder rolled against the wall to reach the more expensive stuff. Most likely if someone needed something, Lily had what they needed. It was almost sundown, the sun casting a lovely glow over the streets. It had been an easy day for her and it was only a few more hours until she closed the shop up for the night. Tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear she looked out the front window, watching a few people pass by hoping one would come inside to beat her boredom.