8 am.
Time to wake up and smell the roses.
Literally.
I waltz into Marie's flower shop and throw on the disgustingly pink apron.
"Hey Mar, these aprons are fucking atrocious have I told you that?"
She smiles with her perfect teeth.
Lucky.
"Oh, you're so silly Becca!"
I gag at her seemingly expendable energy.
"What's the itinerary today?"
"A wedding."
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
"Seriously Mar, you're not messing with me?"
It's 8 in the goddamn morning.
"Serious as an orphanage catching on fire."
She smiles a little maniacally and I shiver.
"Fine. Hand me the list."
I roll my eyes.
Roses. What's so fucking good about em?
By the time my shift ends I'm ready to order my own flowers.
For a funeral of course.
"That was a nightmare. Maybe a heads up next time Marie Park."
"Hey! Watch your language Becca I do not need you to full name me."
I stick my tongue out at her like an absolute child and take off the vile apron.
"I'm going home. Mind if I take this?"
I gesture to a sunflower that might not make it to tomorrow.
"Sure, what's the occasion?"
"You know I don't kiss and tell Mar."
I send her a wink and she laughs.
"Oh, you!"
"Bye Mar, see you tomorrow."
I wave as I close the door behind me.
Ughhhhhh I'm tired.
As if summoned by my thought, I yawn.
I start to walk my usual path home when something catches my eye.
Long black hair.
"7/11?"
She whips around and I see she's wearing a short black mini dress.
"Oh! It's miss vodka and cigs."
I feel a slight blush rise on my face.
"I guess you could call me that. I also go by Becca."
"Ahhh a little more appropriate huh? My name is Kel. Short for Kelsey."
"Nice to meet you Kel, short for Kelsey."
She smiles a little and eyes the flower in my hand.
"A sunflower! They used to be my favorite as a kid."
I feel my eyebrow raise.
"Not anymore?"
She laughs.
"Nah, now i'm more of a 'don't pluck flowers' kind of gal."
"Seems like i'm rather unlucky because this," I place the sunflower in her hand, "is for you."
I smile and she seems caught off guard.
"What's the occasion?"
Does everyone usually ask that?
"Take it as a peace offering. I come by pretty often."
"Well, thank you. It's lovely. I have to get back to work so, see ya later?"
"Definitely."
I shoot her a wink and she blushes.
Bingo.
She turns and I see her whispering to the bouncer.
She enters the night club, right across the street from Marie's, and I feel my curiosity skyrocket.
Hopefully I don't die.
I chuckle at my own stupid joke.
What a night.
YOU ARE READING
These Walls Belong to Us
General FictionA convenience store employee just trying to get by and a woman shunned by her family for her way of life. The only commonality: they have paper thin walls.
