Chapter Eleven: Most Unique, Xavier

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A/N: This chapter is basically a flshback chapter. Just noting so that you won't get confused if you have made it this far.

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Leah.
I am on my shift at the florists, behind the counter. The owner, Debroh, is finally starting to trust me to serve customers on my own, so she let me look after the shop and tend to customers whilst she went to grab a bite to eat.

I liked my hours at the florist, it was a marvellous serene place to be. Being surrounded by the elegantly fresh flowers allowed me to think about everything and also nothing.

Although, many people don't seem to appreciate the different varieties that anothers' diligence created.

It would always the same order, no matter who the customer, a bouquet of red roses.

There are plenty of beautiful flowers in this shop, all with there own different meanings, yet all went for red roses.

Like why not a bouquet of white camillias meaning; You're adorable. Or red camilias meaning; you're the flame in my heart.
Or red carnations meaning; my heart aches for you.
Or even primroses meaning, I can't live without you.
Why did it always have to be the clichè red roses, I love you.

Working here has taught me that flowers aren't just beautiful to look at, but they can express the words we may never be able to express. If I am to ever fall in love, as unlikely as it sounds, I won't be folowing the clichè of giving them red roses.

Instead I shall give them tulips to let them know that I am deeply and perfectly in love with them as well as hydrangeas as gratitude for putting up with me, they also wish good luck and fortune, so I guess that's a plus.

The bell at the door rang alerting me someone has entered the shop, thus breaking my thoughts and causing my eyes to rise from the book I was reading.

I look up to a stunning male, who can't be too much older than myself, storming up towards the counter. He slaps 50 pounds on the counter as he says in a deep australian accent;

"How do I passive-agressively say fuck you in a flower."

I couldn't help the grin that overcame my face.

This guy, he is definitely something else.

Xavier.
I slam the money down on the counter.

"How do I passive-agressively say fuck you in a flower?" I questioned the girl at the counter.

I glance at her to find her beaming. She was cute, really cute with her slightly disheveled light brown locks, oversized navy sweater-vest, and multi billion dollar grin. She looked at me in some sort of admiration with her doe-like eyes.

"What?" I ask, quirking my brow as
her brows furrow.

"What?" she reiterates, her smile miraculously still intact on her face.

"Is there a problem with my request, why are you looking at me like that?" I question the ecstatic girl behind the counter. She stops smiling as she spoke;

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with your request, infact I love your request." Her smile coming back as she makes her way around the counter.

I feel my lips begin to tug when she grabs my hand in hers, while her adorable little figure leads me around the shop, as I ignore the weird sensations moving up my arm.

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