Flower Boy≫ SSOHPKC

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The door dings, and with a simple glimpse of blonde hair immediately know who it is; flower boy. Forcing myself from the ever so comfortable seat behind the counter I disappear from his gaze into the back room. Pulling out a bundle of flowers I return to the main room to catch him observing the flowers and cautiously replacing them back where they belong.

Leaning against the door frame I watch him for a minute a smile adorning my lips. Of course it was him, of course he was the one to rearrange and keep the flower section orderly. Slowly I approach him being cautious not to alarm him.

"Hey.", I say softly.

Striking cornflower blue eyes focus on me as he straightens his posture. A light pink color dusts his cheeks as he realizes he's been caught.

"Hey."

"Um I know last time we didn't have any dark purple faux flowers like you wanted, but I made sure to order some.", I extend my arm offering the bundle of flowers to him. Flower boy takes them fondly looking at the dark purple petals that were indeed beautiful.

"Thank you, I didn't realize you guys took requests.", he chuckles.

"We don't, I just realized we did need that color." A sly grin melts onto my lips while his blush deepens significantly, and he clears his throat.

"Well thank you for finally getting this color."

"Mhm, holler if you need anything else.", I state.

With that I head back to my place behind the counter, going back to adding up totals for the day. For a long time only the clicks of my calculator buttons, the flacks of the cash register, and the rustling of fake leaves are the only things that fill the store.

Flower boy clears his throat, and I look up at him having almost completely forgot he was in the store.

"Can I help you find anything else, or are you ready to check out?", I ask hoping my cheerful tone didn't seem fakes; it was genuine.

"I'm good to go.", he states placing his bounty on the counter.

As I begin scanning the flowers I take notice of the more prominent ones. It was obvious he was precise on picking as there were slight variations of color with some, and they all complemented each other.

"What do you do with all these...if you don't mind me asking.", I ask.

Flower boy shifts in front of me nervously, but I pretend not to notice leaving the question in the air.

"I make stuff.", he stutters out.

"Sounds like fun, I was just wondering because you frequent this place, and are about ninety-seven percent of the customer base.", I chuckle.

"Yeah well I gotta keep having flowers for crafts and things.", he says chuckling nervously. When I glance up to take his money, his cheeks are turned back to a pink hue.

"Sorry I didn't mean to be invasive...I just wondered.", I mummer.

Flower boy hands me a wad of bills in which I have to smooth out and sort through to ignore out the amount of change due. He doesn't reply for a moment, and I fear I've upset him in some way.

"No it's fine. I'd wonder about someone like me too."

"Well thank you for coming.", I say handing him a bag containing everything he'd bought.

"Mhm, I told you I'd be back."

"I know you did.", I say smiling.

I watch as he heads toward the exit, clutching the plastic bag I'd handed him tightly. Biting my lip I debate my next words before deciding to go for it.

"Hey, thanks for organizing the flowers. It really does help."

"It's no problem, I'm glad it help.", he says before disappearing through the door.