𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕒 ℂ𝕦𝕡 𝕠𝕗 ℂ𝕠𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝔽𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤

Just a Simple Flowershop

That would be $32.95!"

The middle-age woman balanced the bouquet of carnations and red roses on her thigh while rummaging in her purse, pulling out her wallet. Plucking out two 20 dollar bills, she slid the money over the counter. Keefe opened the drawer and slipped them in. Doing some speedy mental math, he gave her back 7 dollars and 5 cents.

The lady smiled. "No keep it, its fine. I saw the line, you deserve it."

Keefe chuckled, running a hand through his blonde hair, turned golden by the glare of the sun. The days before Valentine's were always hectic. Being the only flower shop in town meant people constantly coming in for arrangements. On most days, it was tolerable, but big events like Valentine's day meant long lines and even longer work hours. Throughout the day he assisted several men and women, young and old alike, trying to find ways to show their love for their significant other.

"Does a handsome young man like you have a special someone? You must with those looks of yours!" She added with a sly grin and a wink.

"Not yet. But who knows? I might even find someone today," he returned the wink and grin.

The lady laughed, and while walking to the door, she gave a wave with her free hand. The door closed behind her with a CHING! and he was left pondering her question.

In retrospect, he was the most eligible bachelor there was. His father, the CEO of Sencen Inc. and his mother a famous fashion designer for the elite. Obviously they had a lot of money, and by extension, he did too. No matter how many times he'd been set up with girls (and a few boys because he was curious), he knew a lot of them were simply in for the money or the publicity. If he was going to spend the rest of his life with someone, he wanted someone who liked him for him. 

Keefe leaned over the counter and waited for any new customers. Thankfully, she was the last in line. He turned back to go hang his gardening vest and gloves in the back when the door chimed, and slammed closed.

By the time he turned back around, there was already a girl at the counter. She slammed $30 dollars on the marble countertop. "How do you say 'fuck you' in flower?!"

He took A moment to observe her. She had blonde hair tied up in a pony tail, and brown eyes in which gold flecks stood out as the sun shined on them. She wore a brown apron, Covered in even darker stains and speckled white smudges. The girl had a strong aroma of coffee. Her silver nametag stood out on the corner of her apron saying "Sophie Foster".

Hmmm... 

Deep in thought, he had forgotten what she had asked. " Uh could you repeat that?"

Sophie's face took a pink tinge. "I said I need flowers that say fuck you. Asap!"

Keefe stared back at her. And bursted out laughing. "*wheeze* I cant believe-ohmigod. Are you Kidding me?" The girl narrowed her chocolate brown eyes and a nonchalant expression rested on her face.

He straightened his posture."Ohshootyou'reactuallyserious," "I'll get the flowers right away...ma'am."

Keefe walked into the nursery from behind and choose a few options. This was probably the weirdest request he had ever gotten.

He came back to be greeted by Sophie tugging out an eyelash. She faced him as he held the assortment of flowers to show her.

" 'Kay so here's Meadowsweet for uselessness, Basil and Orange liles for hatred, Geraniums for foolishness and stupidity, And quick question-is this for an ex?"

Sophie was taken aback. "It's really none of you're business. Why are you asking?"

Keefe held up one hand in surrender. "Jeez Foster. So fiesty. It helps me add on to the arrangement."

"How did you know my-"

"Nametag," he said with an amused grin.

Sophie flushed. "Ah. And yeah, it's for an ex..."

"ooOoOoO. I'll be back then,"

Keefe came back with A few more flowers. "This is Columbine for abandonment! And sorry about your breakup." He tucked the purple and white flowers in the corner.

"Thanks and it's.. fine," she gently held the bouquet. Sophie turned on her heel and walked to the door.

"Foster wait!" She stopped at the sound of his voice and turned around.

The blond hair boy leaned over the counter and said "Can I have you number? You're pretty cute."

Sophie seemed to blush but with a smile, she turned back around. "Nope!" She replied back , popping the P,  as she shut the doors.

He just watched her leave in awe. Most girls would be dying to have his number. Was he losing his charm? He opened the camera of his phone and adjusted his hair. He put up two finger guns and a side grin.

"Nah, still handsome." 

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A/N Heyo! Thanks for reading!  Hope you liked it (it isn't that great tho heh). Oh and if something sounds familar, I got the inspiration from a writing prompt on Tumblr and then drafted this at 2 am XD. Anyway, Stay safe and have a fabtastic rest of your day or night!