#76, "John Poet".

He comes in every week, usually on Tuesdays. Quiet, slim, soft-spoken, greying hair and jeans with boots. Always a satchel. Buys one stem of alstroemeria, one piece of fern, and a pinch of bear grass (for the cat, he explains). Likes to have long chats with a certain co-worker of mine, which used to make me weirdly jealous, because i had never spoken a single word to him. One day he brought in a miniature crystal blue rose in a vase, because the week before she had convinced him to finally read The Glass Menagerie. He'd asked me if i'd read it, and because i said no he brought me a copy of the play today. He was transporting it in the bubble mailer, still, and the name on the label? John Poet.
And we've discussed this. We don't think it's his real name, but all the same– it really should be.