Tommy is, as usual, lacking a wink of sleep. Lazily, he leans on the counter of his flower shop, sipping a ridiculously overpriced coffee- seriously, who decided to make coffee seven fucking dollars???
It's been exactly 1 year, six months, and 13 days since he was emancipated, which by his very much qualified standards, is fucking pog.
His legs ache as usual from the 3 mile walk to the shop, since his parents decided to allow him to inherit a store in smack middle of the rich part of the city- and his ass can and will not live near these rich fucks.
While flower shops don't exactly get a 'lunch rush' they definitely get a rush, Tommy can assure you that. After the massive influx of random people buying insignificant flowers for the poor soul that they'll probably leave in a month- Tommy finally can take a breath.
Nevermind
A random fucker with blood running down their face runs in and slams a fifty dollar bill on the counter with a few winded pants.
blood running down their face???
Tommy chooses not to question it.
"How do I curse someone out with flowers???? Please I'll pay like a hundred- I need it quick-"
The man exclaims, Tommy doubts this man isn't on drugs.
"Fuck off and die, I just cleaned the floors."
Tommy responds with a childish scowl, eyeing the dirty footprints his freshly cleaned floors now wear. Fucking asshole.
He pauses when the weirdo shoves his hand in his pocket and slams down a crisp hundred dollar bill after the fifty dollar bill.
"Well..."
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