You stare at the cashier.
He seemed elegant but soft, you can't seem to understand how those words fit him.
You've been staring for a while and he notices, and stares back.
His eyes were pretty, you thought.
But his eyes were like an empty vase, with nothing inside.
Just acquaintances, that was the best word to describe the two of you.
The more it is unattainable the more you desire it
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JUNE 16 20XX
He's like a flower, pretty and he smelt really nice, like lavender.
Does he use perfume?
I think his glasses suit him as well.
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Florist (Vyn x Reader)
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