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THE second time he came in was weird- he just stood around the shop, waiting for something. You didn't exactly know why or what he was waiting for, but he sure was intent on doing whatever he needed to do. Sighing, you made your way over to the tall man. Giving him a small bow, you smiled warmly at him and asked if he needed something, he didn't reply. No, instead he just stared at you, subconsciously leaning closer. He smelled like expensive cologne, coffee and.... blood.
There is nothing that a flower can say
He finally talked to you, it was a small and quiet 'no' but it was something. You had asked him if he wanted to buy more flowers, surprisingly he deemed this question worth answering. Humming, you glanced at him one last time, before you continued watering the beautiful plants you kept in your small shop. Customers came and went, but the mysterious man never seemed to get tired of waiting for whatever. Sighing, you offered him a cup of tea. He took the offer, yet still without uttering another word. You narrowed your eyes, " Hm, you're weird. "
That your lips can prove with a kiss
It was already closing time, everything goes faster when you're doing something you love, you suppose. " It's closing time. " you informed the black haired man in front of you. He turned around and left the shop, you following right after him. Turns out he was still waiting for something, and he decided to follow you home. In any other circumstance you'd have called the cloud knights- but something felt different. He didn't exactly look like your friendly neighbor next door, but the way he held himself together didn't make you doubt him, for some weird reason.
Send me no flowers today
You invited the man in your house, offering him something to eat. Turns out, he needed a place to stay for a couple of nights- apparently, there's 'bad' people looking for him on the ship. You really wanted to decline- everything about it seemed extremely fishy, but you couldn't forgive yourself if he was actually just an innocent man caught in a mess. Don't judge a book bye its cover, right? Anyhow, you had offered him your bedroom and he accepted without a second thought. You had finally managed to hold some short conversations with the man while he was in your house.
Got a lot of flowers and what I miss
A week. It had taken a week for the man to finally leave your home, and a week to get attached to him. You realized only when he left, that you had indeed not asked for his name or even introduced yourself, a mistake on your part. And so, you hoped to cross paths with him again. His demeanor, his eyes, his confident movements. Everything from him screamed 'DANGER!' Yet the way he tapped his fingers on the table, the way he spoke with such a intoxicating tone, how his hair flew in the wind, all of it had 'BEAUTIFUL' written on it. And everybody knows, you've always been a sucker for beautiful things.
Is being in your arms again
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