Dear Benjamin

Chapter 2

Flower Shop

The street outside the window was dark and silent. It was already very late at night... Ten o'clock was the time he was leaving.

Isaac was ready to close the shop, which had been cleaned up to a certain extent. The shops in downtown San Diego all close together at nine o'clock. On weekends, at eight thirty, the lights go out, the doors are locked, and then the suburbs are left absolutely alone.

Of course, Isaac, like everyone else, usually closes around nine o'clock and heads home... But today he is here because there were quite a few setbacks.

He had an exact system, because his job does not seem to fit his personality or his quirks. And when he finally checked the baskets and flower pots that were for a delivery the next morning and saw that everything was in order, he finally got his backpack.

He took off his apron and stretched, making his arms all the way back and
then slowly up. The sound of the doorbell rang exceptionally loudly immediately. Isaac raised his eyes at the same time as he said,

"We're closed!"

But the three strong men at the entrance still rushed to get to him. The quiet voice of the shopkeeper was buried by the sounds of these loud men.

"Look at this. Who knew there was still a place open?"

The man who approached the counter was laughing quite loudly. Isaac tried to tell him again, politely, that he had closed the shop and that it was time for them to leave. But this time he was buried in an even more powerful conversation.

"What a wonderful store! But they sure won't want to serve you."

"It can't be."

"It could be..."

The man who entered first had extended his hand to the two who followed him. He put his fingers in the pockets of his pants and then extended them again to show Isaac what he had gotten.

The smell of alcohol deepens even more because they are obviously more than drunk. Isaac scratched his cheek, curious about what was going on in front of him.

The lead drunk, who had stolen $100 bills from each of his companions, then waved them in front of his face and said,

“I have money, see? So I want a
bouquet of flowers because I thought it was a nice night to give this to a nice girl.”

The drunk smiled and moved even closer to Isaac’s counter. He had both hands on his hands.

“Please, and thank you very much.”

The faces of all these drunks, who decided to stand under the bright lights of the store, can be seen at a glance. This man’s hair is tangled but surprisingly deep blond. His eyes are Prussian blue. High nose, thick, sensual lips. He was a handsome guy who could very well be a Hollywood actor. And then there’s that overwhelming height.

Strongly broad shoulders and forearm muscles, which appear under the folded sleeves, are also unusual. Packed and hard.

“A bouquet…”

“I’m sorry, but business hours have already passed.”

Isaac, who had been staring at his handsome face for a while, clearly reported the opening and closing times. He even pointed out his little sign, just to the right.

The drunk tilted his head as if he was trying to think. And then, one of his companions just shouted,

“You’re a bit of a silly kid, aren’t you You don’t answer, but you have the door open and the light on. Are you trying to make fun of us? ”