𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ❀ 𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙞 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

gary payton ii-just cause

3 UPDATES IN A ROW , WHO AM IIIIII ?

i love this man's nose fr 🫦

is this just me , but if you write, do you ever type something on wattpad and then it deletes? that always happens if i don't save in a while. like if i write 5 sentences in a row it'll delete like 4, so i have to save after every paragraph. idk why that happens no matter what i do. been through multiple phones and updates and it always does it. AND it's never in my revision history.

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hope you enjoy !

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lexi's pov

"this is soooo cute!" i spoke to my friend,aja, on facetime.

i was making the cutest bouquet ever currently. i'm a florist and botonist, so i do arrangements all the time. i really loved this one today though because it had all my favorite colors and flowers, just so unique instead of my 30th red rose arrangement.

"you're almost done with it?" she asked, turning her camera back on and waiting to finish chewing her food before she engaged in our conversation once again.

"yeah, basically. just have to trim the stems a bit, do a little moving to make it perfect and i'll be done. they're supposed to come pick it up soon." i always gave my orders away as soon as i finished to give my customer maximum time with it at full potential before it began to wilt or anything.

"okay , okay. this is your last order right?"

"yeah, i have a hair appointment after this , then i'm going home to spend time with gary because you know he's been on the road a lot lately. i feel like i never see him anymore."

"y'all have been together for like 2 weeks straight." she reminded me of the truth as if i was supposed to care.

"your point being?" i shook my head, letting out a dry laugh, "i need to live in his skin at this point." i snipped off a thorn to a flower and placing it in its spot.

in a few short minutes i was done. i stood up and looked at it from various angles and distances to make sure it was perfect. "great." i picked up my phone and flipped the camera to show aja the finished product.

"you're rightttt," she dragged, "it looks so good! girl i swear when i get married you're making like 10 of those."

"that'll be my gift to you." i responded. aja and i had been friends for forever and a day and even though these were time consuming and expensive i would totally make a bunch for free, and still get her a different gift just because she's always been so supportive. and i knew she would still pay for it, even though i wouldn't let her. being a florist and botanist is so niche and there's not always a lot of money in the business , but it's what i love to do. "i'll call you back later, i'm about to go get my hair done." i told her and we parted ways.

i moved the flowers to the counter in the front of my store, knowing my customer was on their way. i gave them an estimate on when i should be done, and by now i knew myself. i always adhered to my estimates.

about 10 minutes later, an older man walked into my shop to pick up his order. he was actually a frequent customer, always ordering things for his wife or daughters every special occasion,  i assume this was for his wife, and they had been together a long time. and the fact that he still courted and rewarded her was amazing to me.

"it's better than i imagined. thank you so much, miss alexis." he called me by my full name, which i didn't mind. i don't know why old people hate nicknames so much, though.