Flower Boy≫ SSOHPKC

.08

When I get to the craft store the next morning Seamus is standing waiting for me with his hands stuffed in his hoodie pockets and a shy smile on his face. After greeting him I unlock the store, and head inside carefully balancing two cups of coffee as well as a box filled with doughnuts. Once inside I settle into my chair behind the counter unloading everything onto the counter feeling Seamus' questioning gaze on me.

"I brought us breakfast.", I say offering him a cup of coffee.

Seamus accepts it a grin on his face as he watches me pull out the box of doughnuts.

"You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to flower boy now grab a doughnut, and enjoy. Also I didn't know how you like your coffee so I just got what I like I hope it's okay."

Seamus takes a sip nodding in approval before snatching a glazed doughnut from the box. I take one as well munching on it as I watch Seamus. His eyes were currently on his styrofoam cup of coffee, but occasionally looked up at me only to realize I was still looking at him and looking back down.

"So I was thinking about what you said yesterday at the park."

"What exactly did I say again?", he asks raising an eyebrow.

"You don't come here for the flowers, that you come here for something else.", I state. Seamus' mouth forms an "o" as he nods remembering the line.

"Okay so what did you decide about it?"

"I decided that you maybe not be infatuated with the flowers, but with me.", I say cautiously.

There's a brief silence as I sip on my coffee awaiting a final answer. Seamus looks rather torn at this point, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. Worry bubbles up inside of me as he contemplates his answer and I fear I've made a wrong assumption.

"No, I'm infatuated with the paintbrushes located next to the Copics.", he replies sarcastically.

"Well I could hook you up with a sweet paint brush."

"Please tell me you're kidding."

"I am, but are you.", I retaliate.

"Of course. I don't like a paint brush, in fact I can't even paint, I do like the craft girl though.", he says leaning against the counter.

"I'm not even sure you know my name at this point how can you like me?", I ask leaning forward some as well.

"It's Meg, your names on your name tag.", he chuckles and I blush having forgotten I even wear it. Usually people don't acknowledge it though, it's just a part of work that mandatory buts never noticed.

"Well that's embarrassing.", I mutter.

"It's okay craft girl we all have those moments. You're still pretty likable in my opinion."

"Thanks Seamus, I quite like you as well."

"Really? Well maybe since we both like each other a date is in order.", he says grinning.

"Smooth flower boy, and I think a date is necessary.", I agree.

"How about tomorrow night then, I'll pick you up here after you get off work.", he asks. There was a hint of nervousness as he spoke, and I found it rather adorable that he was flustered over it.

"Tomorrow's my day off, how about I give you my address and you pick me up there."

"Sounds good to me.", Seamus states. I nod and grab a pen and a pad of paper writing out my address for him while Seamus wanders toward the back of the store. I tear out the paper then watch as he selects a red faux rose approaching me again and pulling a few dollars out of his pocket.

I raise an eyebrow but ring up his purchase anyway handing him his change, and in exchange he hands me the flower.

"I promise next time it'll be a real one.", he says.

A smile forms on my lips as I look at the fake flower. What I'd previously done comes back to be and I hand him the slip of paper with my address on it watching as he looks at it and neatly folds it before tucking it into his pocket.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, and thanks for breakfast I appreciate it.", he says taking his half empty cup of coffee off the counter.

"No problem, see you tomorrow flower boy."

"You can count on it.", he says before disappearing through the door once again. This time I knew I'd see him again which made things seem so much better all throughout the day.