Collection of TaeNy Oneshots (TheDonkatsu Collection)

Say It With Flowers

Say It With Flowers

Posted on June 16, 2013 by thedonkatsu   

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The sound of the small bell jingling above the door rang through the small store.

“Good morning,” greeted the owner, a fair skinned young woman of small stature with gold hair tied in a braid, falling over her left shoulder. She wiped her wet hands on her apron and walked to the door, approaching the customer.

“Good morning,” said a man in a suit who was obviously nervous and confused. “Um… I need help.”

The woman smiled. “Who is it for?”

“M-my colleague, my friend. I… she’s… um…” He scratched his head while turning red at the cheeks.

“What do you want to say to her?”

The man looked at the kindly smiling young woman and exhaled before diverting his eyes back to his feet. “I love her,” he said in a low voice.

The young store owner understood. “Don’t be shy about it. Love is a good thing. Plus, it’s spring. The right season for love,” she said as she went to one of the buckets on the lower row and took out a stem of uniquely colored tulip – red and yellow in one.

“Red tulips mean declaration of love while yellow means hopelessly in love with indication of enthusiasm and desire. I think both colors suit you right now.”

The man blushed even more but nodded shakily nonetheless.

A few more stems were taken out of the bucket, joining the first one. “You said she was your friend.”

“She is.”

“Should she reject you, will you still be her friend?”

“Of course! I mean, it would be awkward and quite embarrassing but she’s a great person. I think she’s a great friend to have.”

The woman nodded then went to another bucket, taking out two stems of yellow roses. “Yellow roses mean friendship,” she explained. “While red ones simply mean love.” She moved to the bucket next to it and took out several stems of red roses. “I’ll add a bit of pink roses for admiration and to tone down the brightness.”

The man watched as the small woman took out some greens, a bunch of small white flowers he figured was decorations and arrange everything into a bouquet.

“At first glance, you’d think they wouldn’t match. The colors seemed too bright, clashing. But when arranged neatly with some calming greens and sincere baby breaths,” she pointed at the tiny white flowers, “they will look beautiful. Bright and festive yet… honest and sincere.”