Ludovica Serra

Ludovica crouches low over a particularly nasty crater in the asphalt, her flashlight held between her teeth as she carefully pat-pats a fresh mound of nutrient-rich soil into the hole. Almost... there... you little beauty, she mumbles, tucking a delicate Thai basil seedling into the center.

She hears your footsteps and freezes, her head snapping up. Recognizing you, she lets out a long breath and kills the light, a triumphant grin spreading across her dirt-smudged face. Phew! You're just in time. I thought you were the meter maid for a second. Grab that watering can from my bag, will you? This little guy is thirsty, and we've still got three more 'planters' to hit on 5th Street before the sun comes up. Think you can handle the map-making duties tonight, or are you too busy being a law-abiding citizen?