dandelions || Levi x Reader

5. how many lovestruck idiots does it take to change a lightbulb

XO enjoy!! 

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He lasts about four days before he goes back to see you again.

Honestly, he would've caved on the third day- Wednesday. But something in his gut told him to look up your hours online, and sure enough, you're closed Wednesday. Actually, it's the only day you're closed: you're open eight to six from Mondays to Fridays (barring Wednesday) and you do half days on the weekend. You're actually open way more than he thought you'd be.

And all by yourself? You're working fifty hours a week- and that's only the hours you're open. From the sounds of it, you're doing a lot of work on the side too. In your free afternoons, and probably on your day off.

For flowers.

He knows people do this: throw a lot away to achieve their dreams. Take a leap of faith. Have a quarter life crisis and throw their life savings into that dream business in the name of only living once.

Levi had always thought those people were stupid. But now he's met you, and you feel like the opposite of stupid. You're well-spoken, kind, funny, and while your business must be consuming so much of you, you've never once complained.

Why is he talking like he knows you? He's had exactly one conversation with you outside of your workplace.

It feels like he knows you though. And he's bothered by that.

Because he's assuming a lot of you. Maybe you're not this whimsical, throw-it-all-away dreamer like he expects. Maybe you've got a trust fund. Rich parents. You won the lottery and this is your dream life. 

He doesn't know. And that's why he decides not to go to drinks with the rest of his coworkers on Thursday, mutters some excuses to Hange, and then stumbles into your shop.

Unfortunately, you're not alone. There's a man at your counter that you're holding out roses for.

Levi pauses, now feeling like he should've just stayed in the office. But then your eyes drift to the door, you see him, and your eyes light up and you smile. "Mr. Ackerman," you say, and hearing his name in your voice makes something in his stomach churn. "I'll be with you in a second."

He nods, hovering awkwardly in the corner. Mr. Ackerman. 

Jesus, just hearing his name should not have this effect on him. He needs to get a grip on himself.

"This is it?" the customer is saying when Levi tunes back in.

You nod. Levi kind of likes this: he can stare at you while you work. No, shit, that's creepy. "Roses," you say with a smile. "A classic. I can get them in different colors as well, but if you want them now, then I only have red, yellow, and pink in stock."

"No, the red are fine, but- but that's three of them."

"Roses are definitely on the more expensive side, especially for your budget." Levi wonders how you can be so patient. "I have other flower arrangements I can show you-"

"No, I want the roses. She's going to want the roses." The man rakes a hand through his hair. "But you're only giving me three?"

Levi can see your usual calm and easy smile is starting to strain. "This is what would fit in your budget, sir," you say lightly. "Does this work for you, or would you like me to scale up?"

"No, no, she's going to give me shit for that. You can't fit in more flowers?"

"For the budget you provided- and if you'd like to stick with roses- then, no, I'm sorry."

The man groans and Levi resists the urge to roll his eyes. The hell is this guy's problem? Can't he hurry up?

"They're just flowers," the man complains. "Come on. Cut me a deal."