Flower Boy≫ SSOHPKC

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Customers bustle around the shop picking out things, and frequently bumping into things or disorganizing them making messes for me to clean up later. All I can do is go from shopper to shopper asking what they're looking for and if I can help. Most of them claim to be just looking, a respond that's usually grumbled and signals I shouldn't mess with them.

After checking on everyone and earning that answer from nearly all of them I retire to my perch behind the counter figuring I'd be better off out of the way. Letting out a sigh I scribble on a blank notepad drawing little designs on it until approached by customers ready to pay out.

I find myself scanning item after item pausing only to collect money, and yell a quick greeting to anyone walking in. Out of the corner of my eye I see flower boy, who'd snuck his way in, weaving around the other customers on his way to the faux flowers in the back.

A grin stretches across my lips as I hand change to another buyer watching as they leave. Slowly the line dwindles down until it's just me and flower boy again which I was rather happy about.

Deciding that I should at least ask what he was lucking for since I'd neglected to do so when he snuck in I get up from my seat approaching him. Really I just wanted to talk to him, maybe learn a little bit more about the mysterious boy who frequented the store.

"Is there anything I can help you find?", I ask softly. He turns to face me, shaking his head politely.

"No thanks, I think I'm good. I come in here pretty often.", he chuckles.

"Okay just thought I'd check on the star customer.", I state smiling. He lets out another short laugh before turning back to the flowers.

Biting my lip I set to work rearranging items nearby in the rare chance he would need something. As I return Copics back to their original cubbies I let out a small sigh at how disorganized they'd become. How hard was it to place a marker back where you got it from? Apparently very hard. Eyes burn into my back which I ignore figuring I was just imagining things.

"It's a shame no one can return thing to where they got them", flower boy says voicing my thoughts. I glance over at him to spot him reorganizing the flowers, grouping them by color.

"It is a shame. Makes it hard to find things as well as keep orderly."

I halt my work choosing to lean against the end of a shelf watching as he worked. His eyes meet mine, and a bright grin appears on his lips as a blush covers his cheeks.

"You don't have to do that you know."

"I want to, it's the least the star customer can do."

"Well start customer, you're doing my job.", I state going over by him to retrieve a flower that was wrongly placed, putting it in its designated section.

"And you have a problem with that?", he chuckles.

"I can't get fired I need this job and can't have you taking it from me flower boy.", I tease.

"Flower boy huh?", he asks grining. My face feels as if it's on fire as I advert my eyes to the ground embarrassed to have said it out loud.

"You know it's a fitting name, I do buy a lot of these.", he state plucking a flower out of the bin. I watch as he heads to the front of the store standing in front of the counter. I quickly dash to the front taking my place behind the cash register. I ring up the fake flower which was a beautiful shade of pale pink silently trying to ignore his eyes on me.

"That it for you?"

"Yes it is craft girl.", he states. I chuckle and shake my head as he hands me the money. Tearing off the receipt I hand it to him watching as he takes the flower, change and recipt. He shoves the later in his pocket before reaching over to a pair of scissors I'd left on the counter, snipping off a large portion of the stem. I raise an eyebrow watching as he adjusts it to his liking.

Carefully he reaches over the counter sliding the flower behind my ear causing me to blush more than before.

"See you later craft girl. By the way as much as I love the name flower boy my name is Seamus."

Then he was gone.