Flower Boy≫ SSOHPKC

.06

Days passed of the same routine. I'd go to work, actually do work, procrastinate some, get lucky enough to have flower boy help me and talk with him idly, watch him go, and continue to work until I was freed. It was repetitive, but I liked that as I've always been one for schedules and things of the sort. It also gave me a chance to observe Seamus more as with each passing day his behavior changed a bit more, and it felt like I was slowly cracking up the most complex of puzzles.

I was watching his usual straight-faced facade turn into bashful blushes and smiles I'm sure we're made of pure sunshine. He'd always seemed unapproachable and had some sort of witty yet sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue before, but now he was telling jokes and laughing along. Before I'd only know him as flower boy the guy who was all too serious when buying flowers, but now I truly knew him. His name was Seamus, he was my flower boy who's insides are mushy once you manage to break through the serious exterior.

The path to work was always the same for me, but with different surroundings each season and different people passing each day. It also included stopping at the small cafe down the road from the craft store and getting a medium cup of coffee in a styrofoam cup and a cinnamon roll to go. Usually the cinnamon roll has been devoured before I even make it to the craft store leaving me with a just cup of coffee in hand as I search for my keys pulling them out, and mentally preparing myself.

Today though I'm both mystified and startled when I see Seamus leaning against the front window, his phone in hand as his fingers rapidly move across the screen.

"You're a little early flower boy, the shop doesn't open for another ten minutes.", I state as I slip the key into the door and push it open careful not to spill my coffee.

"Yeah well I figured you could use some company. Business has to be slow in the mornings.", he replies.

I watch as he slips his phone into the pocket of his jeans, eyes focused on me waiting for the judgement call.

"I can go though if you don't want my company, I understand. I'm pretty boring anyway.", he chuckles nervously.

For a moment longer I stand there looking at the boy in front of me with his eyes on the ground, and lip bitten between his teeth. It struck me odd that he was nervous, but then again he'd been acting more nervous lately.

"You're not boring at all, come on in Seamus.", I say leading the way inside and using my freehand to hold the door open for him.

Seamus smiles gratefully as he slips inside taking a seat on my stool behind the counter fully proud of his actions. A smile slips onto my lips as I grab an inventory sheet so I don't lose anytime doing my regular tasks just because Seamus is here.

"If I would have know I'd have gotten you a coffee.", I say glancing up at him.

The click of my pen is soft as I set to work writing down what I'd planned to order.

"it's okay, I wanted it to be a surprise.", he states.

Spindly fingers take a sheet from the stack next to me, his bright blue eyes scanning over the sheet obviously intrigued. Despite wanting to ask him questions I keep working, allowing him to entertain himself which he does going through and find a piece of paper in the stack he's satisfied with. Collecting a pen from next to the cash register, Seamus stares at me for a moment before being to jot something down.

"What are you doing?", I ask curiosity finally getting the better of me.

"Nothing.", he states a small grin remaining on his lips. From what I see the paper is blank so I let him continue to scribble something down, barely noticing when he sets the pen down.

"I'm gonna be late for work, so I better get going.",  he states pushing himself up from the stool.

"Okay I'll see you later flower boy."

"Same to you craft girl.", he say.

He waves in my direction before disappearing through the door. As soon as he's gone I scoop up the paper he'd been writing on. It was indeed blank except for where he'd written at;

Feel free to text me craft girl, I'd like to hang out sometime when works not the main priority.

Right then I found myself grinning like a fool as I sent a text to flower boy asking him if he wanted to go to the park after work.