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TRACK FOUR:BASIL
"Y/N, can you bring the rest of the boxes in? I'm a bit busy in the back!" Shouts your boss, who also happens to be your father. You sigh, because 'busy in the back' usually means he's smoking somewhere amongst the flower bushes behind the shop. Still, you can't disobey if you want to keep this job, and you truly do want to keep this job.
"Sure thing, Dad!" You're out the door of the flower shop before he can shout at you for not calling him boss like he always tells you to. The boxes that the large company trucks drive into Faraway are filled with seeds, potted flowers, and soil, nothing very interesting to you. They're all the usual things that the shop needs to sell to the citizens.
You're carrying your fifth load of boxes when a small blonde teenager comes walking up to the front of the shop. You stop in your tracks, brow raised as the boy looks at almost every inch of the entrance that he can see. He seems awestruck at the many flower arrangements in the stores windows, and it takes him longer than a minute to notice you standing there and watching him.
Immediately upon catching your gaze, the blonde's face tinges a deep red all the way to the tips of his ears. You're a bit surprised at how easily flustered he's gotten, though admittedly it is sort of cute. You move the boxes to balance them on your hip as you use your free hand to wave at the stranger.
"Yo. Name's Y/N, I work here. Can I, uh, help you?" You question, unsure of what this kid is even doing here. He pulls on the ends of his sweater sleeves, bringing his hands up to his face and covering his cheeks with his sweater paws. You'd think he was trying to be cute on purpose if not for the anxious tone in which he speaks.
"Oh, I.. Wuh-Well, it's just that I've never seen your shop around before... I had no idea that Faraway even had- had a florists!" He explains, the dark flush of his face subsiding to a healthy pink as he grows more comfortable in his words. You nod and smile breezily, fixing the boxes in your arms so you can walk back into the shop. You tilt your head, gesturing for him to follow you in. The kid is quick to comply, eager to see the flowers you have.
"Well, Kid, you wouldn't have seen us around before! 'Faraway Florists' only got set up recently, maybe a week or so ago?" You hum, placing the boxes of flower seeds next to the shop counter. The blonde boy nods in understanding, looking around in awe at how many flowers your shop carries. It's silent for about five minutes, and you shift uncomfortably, not expecting that he would just... Not talk. "Soooo," You clear your throat, "What's your name, Small Fry?" You tilt your head.
"Uh... 'S Basil, like the plant." Basil says, distracted by a couple of bouquets you had put on display on a table nearby. You snort, because of course his name would be Basil, and walk over to stand beside him as he admires your flowers.
"Cute name," You say, "It suits you." Basil gulps audibly, and you have to hold back your laughter as he whips around to face you, eyes wide. You raise your hands up to show you're simply teasing, and he runs a hand through his fluffy hair, pouting at you.
