❛ THE LOVE CLUB ❜ - 𝖼𝗆𝖻

028; i used the chapstick

all's well that ends well
to end up with you

THIRD PERSON.

"How am I supposed to know the answer to that? Why is Math so hard?" Violet furrowed her eyebrows, staring down at her sheet of homework while Rosemary closed the blinds to her shop.

"Harry is good at Math, text him for help." She replied, switching off the lights to the shop floor as she pushed the outside flower displays to one side, "do you think I need to change around the layout?"

"No, I like it." Violet shook her head.

"Are you sure? Something feels different." She frowned, her back turned to the door just as the bell rang, hearing someone step into the store, "we're closed."

"Don't care." Corbyn replied, closing the door behind him as Rosemary glanced over at shoulder, an immediate smile on her face while Violet looked up from her homework.

"Hi." Rosemary said.

"Hi. We had plans in case you forgot." He said through a small laugh.

"We do, I just need to close the store."

"I'll do the front, you do all the closing you need in the office," Violet shrugged as Rosemary nodded and smiled at her, "he knows he's not allowed in the office, right?"

"Why?" Corbyn frowned.

"Office is out of bounds to anyone, Rosemary is weird about-"

"You can come into my office." She shook her head, grabbing ahold of his hand and pulling him in the direction of her office while Violet stared at her confused.

"Okay." Violet mumbled as she moved away from her homework, beginning to finish with the closing tasks on the shop floor as she watched Rosemary shut her office door behind her.

"I think we just reached a new level of friendship, you know." Corbyn said, looking around the room as she shook her head and laughed, "this feels personal."

"Don't get used to it," she smiled at him, turning back to her laptop as the boy sat himself down on the couch, immediately letting out a content sigh and earning her attention once again.

"This couch is so comfy," Corbyn said, sinking into it as he watched Rosemary raise her eyebrows and then back to her task, "you got time, we have all night to post an instagram story."

"I've only got one thing to do in here." She said.

"Okay."

"And I need to finish my coffee before we go." She shook her head, closing her laptop and sitting down on the couch beside him as he turned to her.

"It's in a to-go cup."

"There's no trash cans on our route to my apartment." She argued, taking a sip of her coffee and looking back at him, "I need to throw it away here."

"Okay, take your time." Corbyn shrugged and held his hands up, "I can wait."

"What are we posting on our stories? Any ideas?" Rosemary asked him as she grabbed her phone from the table.

"I was thinking, as it's Saturday," he began while staring at her, watching a frown appear before she nodded for him to go on, "we could maybe do some self-care together."