☾︎ - Kᴜᴜᴍᴀᴛ Tᴀsᴋᴜᴛ - ☽︎ [ Schlattbur Book ]

☾︎• 𝘙𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘓𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘴 •☽︎ ғʟᴜғғ · ᴀɴɢsᴛ

{ PoV — Wilbur Soot //. }

   The efflorescence of the pretty colors of the different flowers and their various scent were what my new job gifted me for an environment every single day, the little flower shop I opened a few months ago was doing pretty well, all types of gorgeous flowers covering the walls, blossoming with grace as the sun came shine through.

   Everyday, I would see new faces pass by, entering my shop and buying some of the prettiest flowers for loved ones and for all other different reasons. I felt good in this little american town, moving from the UK was probably one of my best ideas ! I met so many absolutely adorable people that have so many different tastes and likings. I could share my many hobbies with people with the same interest, especially in music.

   Talking about music, this fateful day, I decided that I would bring my acoustic guitar to the shop, hopefully getting some time to play a little song to the flowers. Who knows, maybe they like listening to music ?

   Client by client, everything was doing perfectly fine, I kept looking behind the cash register, where my guitar was, leaning against the wall. I really wanted to play guitar, but these few past days I really didn't have the time for it . . .

   As the last client left, I decided I'd let my desire go on, and grabbed the instrument. A soft rain was falling outside the shop, adding the final touch to the beautiful ambiance already present in the flower shop. I strummed on the cords of the instrument, and decided to play the first song's name that came to my mind. Lemon boy by Cavetown, I learned it when I was bored, during my sleepless nights, the soft melody and cute lyrics were really enjoyable to play and sing.

« - There once was a bittersweet man and we called him lemon boy, he was growing in my garden and I pulled him out by his hair, like a weed . . . ~♪ » I sang with a soft voice. Completely forgetting about the shop, and my surroundings.

   But then, halfway through the song, the bell of my shop rang as a man soaked from head to toe came in. My hand stopped strumming the strings as I put down my guitar to welcome the customer.

« - Uh– Oh, sorry, I thought it was open, heh !  » The man was shorter than me, his hair was wavy and a light brown color. He was looking really nice despite the water covering his clothes.

« - Oh no !  It's still open, no worries, I was just passing the time since no one else came yet, eh. Do you need anything ? It seems the rain caught you at the wrong moment. »

« - Mhm, seems like it, uhm . . . Well, I pass in front of the shop everyday, and it looks really nice, I never took the time to get in though, so yeah, here I am, it is beautiful here. » The guy said, looking around, his hazell gaze meeting the pretty flowers.

« - Thanks ! I spent lots of time decorating this place and it's nice to see a new face ! The names Wilbur by the way, I'm the owner of this small flower shop, it's nice meeting you ! »

« - How nice, I'm Johnathan, it's nice meeting you too ! And yeah, it's noticeable that you are talented in decoration. » Johnathan looked to his left and noticed a bunch of purple lilacs, finding them overall beautiful.

« - Mhm, that's quite a nice name . . . Did anything catch your eyes ? »

« - Y– Yeah, those ones, heh, they are, purple lilacs, right ? » Johnathan walked closer to the place they were exposed, as I followed him to help him choose.

« - Yea ! Not everyday I meet people that know more than roses and sunflowers. »

« - Heh, yeah, roses are too cliché in my opinion. Sunflowers are nice, but I don't see myself with a bunch of them in a vase. »