𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒

PROLOGUE

Favorite Color = [F/Color]

THIRD PERSON: SHE/HER.

HUMMING A LOVELY TUNE TO HERSELF, THE WOMAN CAREFULLY TRIMS THE END OF THE FLOWERS STEMS AND PLACES THEM DOWN INTO SOME TISSUE PAPER.

Wrapping the bouquet of flowers [Name] tied it off with a frilly ribbon. Once she was done with the bouquet, she moved on to the next one and started to arrange the flowers. Everything has to be perfect and well made. As a florist, she takes her job very seriously, and by that, every day, she treats each plant and flower as if it were her babies. She gives them fresh water and all the sunlight that they need to survive.

Sure, she may look uptight and strict when it comes to her plants, but she means well. The poor girl just wants to keep them all healthy and live for a long time without shriveling up and dying. As much as she dearly loves her plants, she doesn't have the heart to throw them out once they're all withered and dead. In fact, she still keeps them in a box deep inside her closet.. but shhhh, who cares if she's weird.

Finishing her third bouquet of flowers, she moved onto her fourth and then to her fifth and sixth bouquet of flowers. It was the same procedure as always trimming the flower stems, wrapping it into some tissue paper, and tying it off with a beautiful ribbon. Over and over again, that's all she practically does as a florist besides watering her plants and giving them sunlight. Her job as a florist can be boring at certain times, but at the same time, she's thankful to have an easy job. If she was something else like a teacher or a police officer, she would immediately quit.

There was nothing wrong with those occupations they're just not her cup of tea. Like, come on, she doesn't want to stand in front of a crowd and teach them unless things just to get mocked during the process, and she doesn't want to risk her life for random people in the justice field. Call her selfish, but she loves her job as a florist, and there was nothing there to make her change her mind.

It doesn't matter if someone offered her a high paying job she still won't take on that offer. (Even though she might need the extra money, she still won't take it.) As stubborn as she is, she's a devoted florist. Maybe one of the eh-heh not to brag or anything but [Name] is one of the best florists out there in Japan she is very well-known for her flowers and cute little flower shop in Yokohama. She takes pride in her flowers as if they were her babies.

No, seriously, if you ever talk bad or mistreat her plants right in front of her, she won't hesitate to kick you out of her shop. A single flick and playful slap on her plants - boom! You are kicked out. Banned from her flower shop. It doesn't matter if your intentions were "innocent" or you were just being "playful." She still won't hesitate to kick you out.

This may seem childish to others, but who cares? It's her property, and she can do whatever she wants. Oh no, is she becoming one of those white people called Karen's on TikTok..? [Name] flinched at the thought of becoming someone annoying and tugged on her hair embarrassed by the thought.

Oh, how humiliating would that be if she is becoming a Karen...

[Name] shook her head and slapped both of her cheeks, trying to concentrate on the task in front of her. The whole reason why she's making a bunch of bouquets of flowers is because the new flowers that she ordered online just came. They're all beautiful... we have tulips and peonies, and more than you could possibly imagine.

Her main goal for the night was to complete at least twenty bouquets of flowers. That way, her bouquets of flowers would be ready for the next day. Oh, how excited she is she can't wait to finish her goal. No matter how simple it was, she's excited to see her customers reactions towards her flowers. She bets that their reactions would be full of amazement once they see how exotic the flowers were.

[Name] just wants to squeal, but unfortunately, she can't. She has to keep up a professional facade and keep working on wrapping up the flowers and tying them into a bouquet. Her heart was pounding crazy in her chest, excited to be done with her last set of flowers. Onto her last bouquet of flowers, she tied it up with a frilly ribbon and took all of the bouquets of flowers, placing them in their own vase of water to drink. Finally she finished!

She made twenty bouquets of flowers.

With a sigh, she got up from her workshop and headed to her room upstairs. Once [Name] is in her room, she took a seat in front of her desk and took out a journal. It was a plain brown journal with [F/Color] frilly ribbons around the edges and [F/Color] bows on each corner.

Her journal...

Taking ahold of a random gel pen from her collection of gel pens [Name] began to write about her day in her journal complaining about how boring it was. She loves to complain it was one of her favorite things to do. If she has a hobby besides journaling and taking care of her babies, it would be complaining to random strangers for fun. Just the thought of complaining to a stranger besides her parents is honestly hilarious. Just imagining their reactions makes her want to laugh so badly right now...

Entry 26

Today is another boring day. I had a commission for a bouquet of flowers that I needed to do, which was kind of fun, I don't really get that many commissions. The flowers were just a combination of white and purple daisies.

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