| My Blessed Beauty |

No. 1 •| Regular Day As a Florist |•

(Emi's POV.)

Another day as a basic woman who sells flowers and has no excitement in life, fun right? Well no...Not at all. Selling flowers is cute and all but what is there really to do at times? I want to hang out with friends, go partying, and so much more but at my grown age I haven't had a chance in time where I ACTUALLY had the motivation and courage to do anything fun. I get it, it's a simple task! Just go have fun and come back..But no, I'm scared of killers, snipers that are secretly watching me, and old creepy men...The chance of that GENUINELY happening to me in Japan is probably very low, but still, I'M SCARED.

I got snapped out of my thoughts as I heard a irritated high-pitched voice babbling something to me that I couldn't quite make out. "Why are you staring at me like that!? Ugh..Just take the flowers and tell me the price please ma'am, you're creeping me the fuck out." The irritated woman said, now my first thought was to snap back but I know better so I approached her in a different way. "Oh! I'm so sorry miss, I'll go ahead and get your price on these so you can go about your day!" I said quickly with a nervous chuckle as a rosy hue spread along my cheeks from the embarrassment of getting yelled at as a FLORIST, her eyes were still narrowed at me in raw annoyance but I simply continued to smile and tell her the price of the flowers because I would rather NOT get yelled at twice in one day..

{Time-Skip | Still Emi's POV.}
_____________________
[Time: 11:53PM]

I sighed as I watered my plants before closing time, why does there have to be so many..? Sometimes I regret even taking over the shop but I know my mother would beat my ass if I suddenly quit and let the place shut down. This isn't even my dream job but I did it years ago for my mother, and now there's no going back unless I want to get slapped..

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts AGAIN when I heard the small sound of the bells that are connected to the front door of the florist shop ring gently, signaling that someone entered the shop. I was about ready to literally kick them out because why the hell and who the hell would come inside a flower shop right at the last minute..?

I turned my head towards the clock to see the time was now 11:58PM, you could say 12:00AM by now which is closing time..I sighed as I got up from my crouching position away from the flowers I was watering and turned towards the person that dared to enter the shop at such a late time, this is the time where I start closing up so I might as well tell them to take their leave.

"Ma'am or sir, please come back in the morning at 8:30. This is the usual time where I start to close up before 12-" I said in a sigh, my voice laced with sass and irritation but my words suddenly got choked up and I stood frozen with a closed mouth, a cough threatened to crawl out my throat and break the silence but the woman broke the silence first once she realized the situation.

"Are you alright miss, is there something bothering you or in your throat?~" The woman said in a sly tone, she knew damn well she was fine as fuck and what type of effect she had on me at the moment, she knows exactly what's wrong. This is probably the most dangerous woman I've ever seen and to be honest it's kinda making me question my sexuality, but then I remembered that this is a literal stranger....Get yourself together Emi!

The stranger has on a suit, no suit jacket but literally just a normal black suit and dress shoes, I took a moment to look a bit harder and realize she has on silver rings with tattoos on her hand, I couldn't see it before due to my shock but it's a big rose in the middle of her right hand that makes me question if there's more on covered parts of her body, her pale skin made me want to scratch at it to watch the beautiful colors bloom although I know it would be the same if she did it to mine- Wait what's wrong with me, why am I thinking of her that way...Anyways, she has long wavy black hair as mine with those unmatched dark brown sharp siren eyes that you would mistake as pitch black.