The flower shop was a charming little place, filled with the vibrant colors and soothing scents of various blooms. Wei was busy arranging a new display of roses and lilies, his movements precise and graceful as he worked. The bell above the door chimed as the shop’s entrance opened, and Xul walked in, his usual stoic demeanor contrasting sharply with the bright, floral surroundings.
Wei looked up from his work, offering a warm smile. “Welcome to the shop! How can I help you today?”
Xul approached the counter, a serious expression on his face. “I need a bouquet of flowers that conveys a specific message.”
Wei tilted his head slightly, curious. “What kind of message are you looking for?”
Xul’s lips curved into a faint, mischievous smirk. “Something that says… ‘Fuck You.’”
Wei’s smile faltered for a moment as he processed Xul’s request. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself, not letting his surprise show. “Ah, I see. So, you want something with a bit of a sharp message. May I ask the occasion or the reason behind the sentiment?”
Xul shrugged nonchalantly. “Just a little payback for someone who’s been particularly annoying. I want them to know exactly how I feel, without using words.”
Wei’s eyebrows raised in understanding, but he kept his composure. “Alright then. I think I have just the arrangement in mind.”
He moved to the back of the shop, carefully selecting flowers from various containers. He chose a mix of striking black calla lilies, deep red roses, and thorny thistles. The combination of dark hues and prickly elements would convey an intense message without needing explicit words.
Wei arranged the flowers with meticulous care, creating a bouquet that was both beautiful and somewhat intimidating. When he was finished, he placed the arrangement on the counter, its bold appearance speaking volumes.
Xul’s eyes lit up as he examined the bouquet. A smirk spread across his face as he took in the striking contrast of the dark and dramatic flowers. “Perfect,” he said, nodding in approval. “You’ve managed to convey exactly what I wanted.”
Wei nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes. “I’m glad you like it. Sometimes, flowers can say a lot more than words.”
As Xul prepared to leave, he paused and looked at Wei. “You know, I’m impressed. Not everyone can manage to create something so… fitting.”
Wei chuckled softly. “Thank you. It’s all in understanding the message behind the flowers.”
Xul paid for the bouquet and gave a nod of thanks. “I’ll be sure to come back if I need another creative message delivered.”
With that, Xul walked out of the shop, the bouquet in hand. Wei watched him go, a smile playing on his lips. It was not often he had such unusual requests, but he enjoyed the challenge.
The bell above the door chimed again as Xul exited, and Wei returned to his work, content with having turned a unique request into a beautiful and expressive bouquet. The flower shop continued to be a place where words were sometimes unnecessary, and emotions were conveyed through the delicate language of flowers.
