The theory of flowers

Nine

"Why did you ask me to go flower picking if you were simply going to stand there?" Y/n asked, crouched and fingers busy plucking a small flower.

"I'm picking flowers too," Arlecchino said, holding only one sort of flower.

"We passed by a rosier and you plucked 3 roses, I wouldn't really consider that flower picking," Y/n said, rolling her eyes and looking up fondly at the woman who was much taller than usual when Y/n was crouching on the grass.

"Hush you, your negativity might make the flowers wither," Arlecchino joked and she saw y/n glaring at her, picking out a large creme-colored flower. She didn't know what it was but y/n seemed to like it so she did too.

Y/n chuckled at that statement because they both knew she was the last person whose flowers would whither.

"What? Admitting I'm right?" Arlecchino jested.

"Whatever you wanna think baby. Now, I'm finished here. Wouldn't you say this bouquet looks rather gorgeous?" Y/n said while grinning at Arlecchino's reaction to calling her a pet name.

The harbinger cleared her throat and answered y/n.
"It really is, what will you do with it?" Arlecchino asked, wanting to know if she would keep it by her window or maybe give it to someone dear.

"I was thinking of leaving it for someone to find, in the city. Look, I'll even cast a charm to make them last longer," Y/n answered with a smile, using her magic to alter the flower's longevity.

"If that is what you wish. Now, come it's getting late and I wanted to take you somewhere," Arlecchino told the witch, sliding down a hand from her back to her hip and keeping it there as they walked.

After some walking and a small stop at a partly hidden bench in the city to leave the flowers, they arrived at a large establishment. Y/n could tell it was a luxurious restaurant by the front of the building and she wasn't sure she belonged there. She had come from a very wealthy family but she had left that life long ago. That was without mentioning that she was going back but it wasn't the same. Before, the balls and parties were hosted and attended for her father to flaunt and show off his wealth and perfect family. However now, she wasn't sure she fit in anymore, not that she ever had before. 

"Are you coming?" Arlecchino looked back, seeing as y/n had stopped dead in her tracks.

"Yeah, sorry," she said, clearing her throat. It was her last day here so she could worry about everything else later.

Her suspicions were confirmed the moment the doors opened. The interior was lavish and chic. The classiness of the decoration exuded wealth and Arlecchino could sense y/n shifting at her side.

"Is it not to your liking?" Arlecchino whispered in her ear.

"N-no it's more than perfect, I just feel like I'm really underdressed for this place," y/n said, keeping her voice low and keeping close to the harbinger.

"Don't worry about it. We own the restaurant so the best to judge is me. If anyone says anything I'll personally make sure they never utter a single word again in their life," Arlecchino reassured y/n, stroking her side as she did so. Arlecchino's hand wandered a bit lower down her back and the woman relished the witch's reaction. Her cheeks had flushed slightly and she had turned her head to glare at Arlecchino who was already staring down at her. The eye contact only flustered her even more.

Eventually, they sat down at a table, which was situated in a private room. Y/n was a bit embarrassed by the special treatment but she reasoned with herself that if her organization owned the restaurant it must've been customary to have privacy. As usual, conversation flowed easily and they kept discovering new things about each other. Somehow, the topic of her father had been avoided so far but she supposed the other woman didn't want to pry.