A extravagant looking old clock gave a face to a fairly plain looking tower, animating the structure to stand out in height and character.
From the clock tower came a powerful church bell tune

Halting from his jog, Phill, clad in a worn plain grey sweat suit stood to attention as he looked towards the tower a short distance away.

The tune seized, before it progressed to sounding clear progression of chimes, 8 in total.

Phil sighed, with frustration present on his face, he slowly slumped his shoulders forward before he turned around strolled backwards; down the cobbled path of the uphill road he had scaled.

*

Within Rosies' Posies, Channel sat on the high stool behind the till. Her phone holding hand levitating a little above the counter as she looked perplexed at a pair who stood before her.
With a tense sneer and a raised eyebrow, she moved her focus to her mobile phone; put in a command, then took it to her ear.
"Cal" she spoke "there's a couple here who..."

"Brother and sister" the woman interrupted.

"Hang on. What?!" Channel asked as she moved the phone and addressed the woman.

"We're brother and sister" the woman affirmed.

"Oh" Channel vacantly replied before continuing her phone conversation "These people wanna see you" after a short break, she continued "I said so but they don't care" another break followed "Alright" Channel moved the phone "Come back after 6" she sternly ordered.

The pair looked towards each other, expressions displaying disappointment, disgust or both; however, they chose not to push the issue further and left in silence.

Channel looked towards the door to her rear and loudly sighed.

*

Phill entered into the store, now clad in a brown chord suit and a pastel salmon shirt.

Channel's ponytail swung in violently as her head snapped around from the door behind her to the store entrance, glaring with a narrow eyed scowl towards the man whose head and shoulders were visible from above the stores clutter, though her expression soon softened.
"I'm made up it's you, I swear these two indie kids where here a minute ago and I know they're the type to argue"

"Not interested in buying?" Phil questioned as he made his way over to her.

"I don't know? They mentioned a wedding with a theme, then they started talking about our plants ethical something, farming, colour clash and scent clash..."

"What rainforest and mountain cracks the flowers originate from" Phil added.

"Yeah! And GOM's and all that lark" she added.

"No surprises" Phil replied.

"Yeah, but I think they were trying to throw me off just to ask to "see the owner"" Channel made air quotes as she recited "they were desperate, and they were so annoying I was tempted to go back there and drag her out"

"NO!" Phil shouted in seriousness whilst throwing both palms up.

"I know, I know, she's really crabby in the day" Channel almost giggled.

"I wouldn't even joke about it" Phil warned.

"Who says I'm joking" Channel casually answered.