Seasons of love - Freenbecky ☆𝆬

Chapter 7: Winter flowers

Sometimes, Freen goes over just to watch Becky work. It's nice to see Becky in her element, serving customers and creating bouquets with true meaning and making beautiful things. One day, Becky asks if Freen actually has a job at the tattoo parlour, because she only ever seems to be at her flower shop nowadays.

"I'm on my lunch break," Freen says defensively.

"Ah," Becky taps her nose knowingly. "I've never seen you eat lunch though."

Freen blinks. "Well, uh- I, erm..." She stalls, because she really doesn't want to admit that she's been skipping out on her actual lunch for weeks just to hang out with Becky.

Becky seems to understand what she's not saying though, and she tuts and shakes her head disappointedly. "Next time you come here on your 'lunch break', you better bring food with you."

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The next thing Freen knows, she has a standing lunch date with Becky every day. It's not the worst thing in the world.

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"Hey Irin," Freen says when she steps over the threshold. "Is Becky in the back room?"

Irin nods and gestures towards the door behind the counter, which holds most of the shop's inventory as well as Becky's workstation, where she arranges her flowers.

"She's preparing for her first wedding arrangement, but you're welcome to head on through."

Freen thanks her and weaves around the counter to get to the back room. Inside, Becky is sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of her workstation, a bright yellow flower in each hand.

"It's a fall wedding," she says in lieu of a greeting. "The couple said that they want the floral arrangement to match the season, so basically they're asking for a red, orange and yellow colour scheme. But they didn't give any other indications as to what they want; they just said they trust my judgement and wow, this is a lot of pressure for my first wedding gig, y'know? What if they don't like what I put together? What if I choose the wrong shade of colours, what if..."

Becky is near hysterics, so Freen calmly takes the flowers from her hands and sets them aside. She pulls the girl up from the floor and deposits her in her workstation chair.

"You're the best florist I've ever known," Freen reminds her, crouching so that they're still at the same level.

Becky's eyebrows pinch together. "I'm the only florist you've ever known."

It's patently true, but Freen shrugs because it doesn't even matter. "I've seen you work, seen you put together the most beautiful arrangements, seen people come back to the shop just to tell you how perfect your flowers were. You can do this."

Becky peers at Freen with a hopeful look in her eyes. "Do you really mean that?"

"Of course I do," Freen says honestly. She gestures to the flowers that she'd taken from Becky's hands earlier. "Now, you already know the colour scheme you're working with, how are you going to figure out which shade is right for the wedding?"

Becky sighs and she looks somewhat defeated. "I don't know. I can't- the couple didn't say anything else other than 'fall wedding with the flowers to match'."

"They didn't give you anything else?" Freen prods. "No subtle hints, no mention of favourite flowers, no pictures?"

To Freen's relief, Becky seems to brighten with those words.

"When they first asked if I did weddings, they sent pictures of the dresses and-and the, uh, the wedding venue, as well as the reception venue," Becky answers, shifting around in her chair and extracting her phone from her pocket. She unlocks it and shows Freen the email with the attached pictures. "I can... I can decide whether to go with a bold arrangement or something more subtle by seeing which shades work best with the bridesmaids dresses and the wedding dress, and then I can- oh my God, Freen, thank you."