FLOWER

CHAPTER 1.2

 We order food in the pub on the phone and head to the supermarket to avoid wasting time.

- Look for coffee, need to take the opportunity as mum got it at home.

- How many pieces.

- Packs!

So I set off straight away until Dad changes his mind. It takes me a while, but I reach the rack. Of course, behind the green overrated brand is a niche caramel coffee shoved into a corner. Zero respect for the pure gold liquid version. The last three packs are already in my trolley. It takes me a while to find my dad. I help him with the list from my mum. I've just got the carrots in my hand when I hear a voice from the left.

- Excuse me, is this coffee any good?

I turn around and the owner of the voice takes my breath away. I barely notice the white colour of the short sleeve perfectly framing his athletic figure. It doesn't laze around. It didn't build itself. I gently lift my gaze he is about ten centimetres taller. He has an endearing smile that reveals itself in the dimples on his cheeks. His thick, short ebony hair is arranged as if he has just combed it with his hand. From his mesmerising black eyes it is hard to take my eyes off him.

 - Yes, it is very good. - I respond on autopilot. - It's my favourite.

The boy winks at me. Saying.

- I'll take it then. -I laughed considering it a joke.

I stand there, stunned and shocked. When the boy, in a smooth motion, transfers three packs of coffee drink from mine to his trolley.

- Thanks. Have a nice day.- And he is already turning his back on me.

And I'm a complete idiot I thought ..., and on top of that I didn't react. I'm still standing. He rolls up the sleeves of his blouse. I'll show him right away. Confident I walk forward. When my dad speaks behind me.

- Flower I know you will like it. But it's definitely not worth all the coffee.

- I'll get it back.

- Come on, we'll take from the rack.

- He's got the last of the coffee.

He must be a wizard. Otherwise I can't name the man I allowed to voluntarily take such goodness from my trolley. It is incomprehensible to me.

- Get over it. Though.

- Certainly.

- Yes.

 I hang my head and follow Dad's command reluctantly. What a waste.

In the checkout queue I meet the wizard again with my drink. His back is turned to me, and on top of that he is busy talking to a blonde. Of athletic female physique. Without denying it, she is beautiful. The blue-eyed woman looks at the sorcerer with admiration.

What a wonderful coincidence her presence is. She helps the blonde with stacking the products on the conveyor belt. She probably wouldn't have been able to do it herself because of the cast on her wrist.

It's time to focus on the most important thing. I walk as quietly as possible to the trolley left behind unattended by its owner. I carefully pick up the coffee packets. And the girl stares at my actions. The boy is about to turn interested in what has made his interlocutor curious.

- What big biceps you have.- The blonde touches his shoulder.

- I doubt it.

- I'd have to be blind. Really spectacular results.

- Irma better tell me what you want right away.

- I only complimented your training effects. And you're already jumping to unnecessary conclusions.-She bites her lip seductively.

I set the delight of my palate down in my trolley. A little confused. But grateful in spirit above all else. One last look at the sorcerer. After which I run away with the trolley as fast as I can. Dad looks at me with pity. After a while, he walks over to the bookcase behind which I am hidden.

- Flower, can we finally approach the checkout, pay for our purchases and leave the shop.

- And is the road safe?

- Let me just mention that we are still in the shop, not at war.

- Has he gone?

-Yes. I understand you didn't get a phone number from him.

- Dad: You're twisting everything.

Despite the assurances. I look around and slowly stride forward. Father just sighs heavily at my actions. I can't lose my coffee this time.