eunjin
it's been two dreadful hours since i've been interviewing people on my own. yes, on my fucking own. i was able to calm myself down after storming off until mom oh so suddenly remembered that i'm actually the boss here.
"hello! my name is sana. i'm here because i've always wanted to become a florist as a full-time job. we have this really huge garden of strawberries at home, i'm usually the one doing all the harvesting-"
okay first of all—it was stated in the post that we're looking for a part timer.
second, i don't even think she knows how different the responsibilities of strawberry growers and florists are.
third, why does she look so familiar? i can't be the only one that thinks this.
dad knew what he was doing after deciding that our flower shop business should be passed down to me. he knew that i would be the better choice for the job, but i don't think mom feels the same way.
"here you go! strawberries freshly picked for my future boss!" she says, which almost made me want to hire her right away, because strawberries are my jam. get it? ahhwhagwhagwa FUCK- i'm turning into them.
still, she really needs to quit meddling with the choices i make around here, i am no longer the same eunjin dad used to refer as his flower girl.
"so uh ... sana, what makes you think that you would be a good fit to work in a flower shop?" i ask, causing her to let out a giggle before smiling.
"well, i'm like a sunflower! always looking for the bright side." she says before winking at me, which would have made me blush and question my sexuality all over again, but not this time.
if i hear one more flower joke i swear to god I MIGHT ACTUALLY COMBUST.
"woops, time's up! i will be contacting you if i decide to recruit you, okay?" i hurriedly tell her as i ask the next person to go ahead and come near me for their turn.
surprisingly, she took that really well. sana just smiled at the next person, before bidding farewell and heading out.
"so uhh, hi." damn—his voice is so deep. he's got that thick australian accent too, which doesn't match his face at all ...
"i'm felix, and i've got a big question for you." he says, making me feel totes uneasy, cuz i feel like he's about to make the corniest flower joke known to man.
"wanna know what kind of flower you'd be?" he asks, snickering while he's at it.
"uhh, a lily?" i awkwardly respond to his question.
"no, you'd be a damn-delion." he winks, deadass making me be at loss for words.
"wait wait wait, i have one more-"
"are you a tulip? because i can't help but feel two-lips would be better than one." he proudly says before winking, causing me to let out a sigh.
that was my last straw.
"next." i say, making the aussie guy gasp. did not expect that from me, since i'm such a people pleasing bitch, but it's for the best. i could already tell that he's not at all serious about this.
i just want somebody that genuinely has experience with working in a flower shop ... looks really approachable, but still good with putting people in their place.
"wait-" he says before pulling the arm of the dude that was just sitting next to him. he looks scared. oh god, now i feel bad.
"my friend is perfect for this job! he ran a flower shop with his older brother in australia and you've got to see his flower arrangement skills, it'll leave you speechle-" but before he could finish, the other guy covered felix's mouth and let out a shy giggle.
"is that so?" i ask, for real hoping that everything felix was just saying's true.
"we made youtube and tiktok videos about floristry tutorials ..." he starts, taking out his phone to let me view some of the videos he was just talking about with his brother.
"hold up, your older brother is shim changmin?" i gasp, recalling how my dad used to advise me to watch his floristry videos since they were just so easy to follow as a kid.
"my father and i used to watch his guide videos all the time!" i couldn't help but pout, slowly getting emotional because of how much time has passed.
it's been around 3 years since my dad had stopped being a full-time floral shop owner. he was appointed by my grandfather to be the chief administrative officer of kia corporation.
i really admire how he's never thought about closing the shop. he knew how important this place was to me, given that i pretty much grew up helping around in any way that i could.
i've got a good feeling about this one.
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yoonji
"what? you just told him that you'll contact him if he got the job?" i ask, confused as to why she would let somebody that good like that.
"next thing you know it, he's gonna tell his older brother everything, hate both you and your father, sue-"
"SUE?!" eunjin panics, making me start laughing and laughing before giving her those little head pats she oh so loves.
"i was just messing with ya." i say, continuing to do my subject performance predictions through my computer.
"i felt that he was ... too good for the job." she brings up, looking really sullen with those doe eyes that clearly shows regret all over it.
"i don't think he'll be good to teach though, since he knows a lot about what we should or should not do as florists."
"what if he wasn't actually nice? like he was just pretending to be nice or something?"
"oh my god- what if he might actually-"
"eunjin, just be honest ... did you feel threatened by him?" i couldn't help but finally ask after connecting all the dots, causing her to look at me with a frown.
"what are you even typing so much for?" she asks, obviously wanting to dodge my question. i'm so good at this!
