sweet pea. [nomin/jaeno]

Flower Shop

The five senses was something most people were grateful to have. Being able to taste the home cooked meal your mother has made you after a long day, taste buds doing the work in bringing pleasure to your mind. The feeling of the blankets you nestle under in your bed every night, closing your eyes to drift into a peaceful sleep. Hearing the sounds of music as your headphones sit upon your head, kicking your feet back as you do your homework. Smelling the sweet scent of tea as you sit down to read a book, the rain pouring outside of your window.

Sight was an important factor in enjoying life, having an easy life. Being able to see the faces of your loved ones, to see fireworks on a New Years Eve, looking at the sunset with your friends; seeing what buttons you were pushing, seeing where sharp objects were placed, seeing what object you were actually grabbing. It was a necessity in some ways, but there were many people who could live without it.

Lee Jeno never thought to be grateful for all five senses, as he has always had them. It was normal. He woke up to hear the birds chirping outdoors, smelling the fresh sheets he had just washed, feeling the air drift, tasting his own morning breath, and seeing the light pour through his window. It all always normal, he has always had this. So he never spoke out that he was grateful.

He was on the quieter side of people, only really speaking when spoken to, unless he was close to someone. Jeno had some friends from college, but only a couple; they were a tight group. They only really had time to spend together while they were in school, as most of them had jobs; including Jeno.

The flower shop he worked in was bright, every wall having windows to look out onto the busy but comfortable street. Music played a bit from the speakers, Jeno's playlist; so he was able to hum or sing along to get through the boring day. It smelt strongly of petals and leaves, a couple of the windows open to let in some fresh air. The boy hummed lowly as he picked up the scissors next to him, going to cut a couple more stems and leaves.

Jeno was usually the only one working at this time, the floral shop only really needing one person to work at once. It never got super busy, some days they even only had about three customers. It wasn't completely surprising, as who got flowers everyday? Jeno surely didn't.

He enjoyed working here though, the place quiet and peaceful. All he did was help people gather what flowers they wanted, gave them information about certain flowers, and the rest of the time he sat on his phone or created more bouquets to set on display; or something that was requested online. It was an easy job, and he was grateful for it as a part time job when he was still in school.

It wasn't late in the day yet, probably about mid afternoon, resulting in the sun to be high in the sky still. He would still have a couple hours left to work, and he sighed as he realized how boring today really was. No customers had even arrived yet, and he had been sitting here cutting up greens and colours for about three hours now.

Upon thinking that, the bell above the door had rung, signalling someone had entered the shop. Jeno quickly put aside his supplies, checking to make sure he hadn't crushed anything, before getting up to look at the customer and greet them. He put on a smile, wiping off his apron as he glanced up towards the front door.

He furrowed his brows a bit at the boy that had just walked in, sunglasses perched on his nose, Jeno hadn't thought it had been that bright outside. The boy also held some sort of stick, maybe a walking stick? Jeno didn't know. What he did know was the boy was cute as fuck.

The boy had soft pink hair, parted a bit and styled cutely. His lips were full and his jaw was sharp, a nice nose sat upon his face. He was wearing a soft sweater, white in colour with some weird cat printed onto the front, with a pair of ripped blue jeans. Jeno couldn't see the boys eyes obviously, because of the sunglasses, but he assumed they were just as pretty as the rest of him.