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We stop in front of a lovely decorated flower white shop.
The young lady's ears prick up at the bell ringing when I go through the light coloured wooden door. Jisung remains outside.
Soft string lights twinkle overhead, casting a gentle glow barely visible during this morning. The air is filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers, creating a calming atmosphere.
As the smell of the blooms enters my nostrils, my brain instantly focuses on the one I can't forget.
My mother loved flowers. They've always been significant to her.
"Hello! What brings you here?" the florist asks with a smile that immediately drops when she faces me.
I'm not sure, but I might have seen her in school before. She looks familiar in a way I don't want to recall.
"I'd like two of each azalea, aster, and begonia flower seeds. Colour doesn't matter." I speak, glancing at the scenery completed by walls adorned with rustic wooden shelves, showcasing an array of potted plants and bouquets. "And a bouquet of five cosmos flowers."
"A-Alright," she narrowly coughs. "Coming right away."
She must be my age, if not younger. I don't know why she works here— probably for the same reason I work at the daycare.
Her nails look freshly done, long and painted pastel grey with black dots.
Soon the girl hands me what I asked for, making the total afterwards. I pay her and leave silently.
The sight I'm met with is definitely more beautiful than the inside of the store. Jisung is smelling each flower displayed in front of the shop.
"Weirdo." I shake my head and drag him to walk by the back of his pink hoodie.
"What are those for?" he points at what I'm holding.
A light, invisible heat covers the slight acne scars on my cheeks at his question. How the hell do I approach this? maybe I shouldn't have gotten him anything.
Hyunjin's words enter my mind, out of nowhere, as if he's the angel everyone needs as a guide.
'From what you've told me, this guy of yours is deeply in love with you. He'd appreciate even a slap.' he had said.
"You." I mumble.
"Huuuuh? I didn't quite catch that."
"I said, they're for your stupid dumbass, fucks sake."
"Oh my god!" he wraps his hands around my arm, happiness overflowing from him. "thank you, baby~" the sunny brown haired smiles.
"Whatever, take them." I hand him the beautiful bouquet of pink flowers wrapped in a cosmos looking foil tied by a pinkish bow. "and get the hell off of me."
