After he walked in, I let him browse for a bit. He went up to our display of daisies and then to our garden ornament section. Finally, I dropped the string I was playing with and mustered the courage to talk to him.
"Hello, how are you today?" I asked, smiling. He was shorter up close, I noticed. He had stubble and a small moustache growing. He also looked to be about 20 or so.
"I'm really awesome, thanks. The weather is so nice!" He replied with a grin.
I nodded. "Definitely. So, is there anything in particular you're looking for?" It was his turn to nod.
"My girlfriend just graduated from this college and I need some flowers to give to her," He explained, but his expression showed almost a grimace?
"Ah, I could make you an arrangement for that. If you follow me here," I walked to our 'fridge' full of different flowers. I waited until he stood next to me.
"These ones here are white carnations," I pointed to a bundle of them, "They mean luck and purity. Those ones, the yellow ones, they're tulips. Yellow tulips mean happy thoughts. I could pair those together with some others that would be there to make it look pretty, how does that sound?"
"What!" He asked, gaping at me. I felt my heart rate speed up. Did I say something wrong?
"W-what?" I stuttered out, feeling anxiety seep through my veins.
"Flowers mean different things?" He exclaimed with a shocked expression. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my palm to my mouth to try and cover my laugh.
"Yes," I replied once I calmed down.
"That's so cool what the heck," He mumbled with a shy smile.
"Does that arrangement sound okay though?" I asked.
"Of course!"
I got to work, picking out flowers and putting them together, trying different combinations until I was satisfied with the look. When I presented it to the boy, his eyes widened in what looked like amazement. Inside, I felt very proud.
"Oh my goodness, that looks amazing. You're pretty much a legend," He said quietly, eyeing up the bouquet. "Thank you so much, I hope she loves it as much as I do."
"I hope so, too," I smiled, bringing the flowers to the front counter. "Do you want to write a card up?" I asked, pulling out the selection of small cards. He nodded, picking one with red and dark purple flowers printed as a border. I tried not to peak at what he was writing, but curiosity got the best of me and I glanced at the words he printed.
Sarah, these flowers are almost as nice as you. xx -Preston
Preston. The name repeated itself in my head a few times. It was a nice name. Nicer than Rob.
Preston paid for the flowers and we make light conversation, mostly about the weather, until took the bouquet and walked to the exit. I ran ahead and pulled the door open.
"Have a nice day!" I called.
"You as well, I hope I'll see you again," He winked. My face turned pink and I felt my cheeks with my hand. It was warm to the touch. Someone cleared their throat behind me and I whipped around to see Brayden smiling at me.
"S-Sorry," I whispered, stilling feeling giddy from meeting Preston.
"I hope he comes back to see you," Brayden said with a smug smile.
"What are you talking about," I smiled, returning to my position behind the front desk.
The rest of the shop was mostly quiet for the rest of the day. Someone came in for a wedding order. A few people came in to buy single flowers. But I mostly sat around and listened to Brayden talk about this guy Mitch he recently befriended on a dating app. Timber or something. They had plans to meet up soon.
Before I knew it, it was six and I was getting ready to leave.
"Bye!" I called to the others who were working before I walked out the door and started my trek home. I knocked on the door to our house three times, as per usual, and waiting patiently for Mat to open the door.
No answer.
I knocked again. Still nothing. I pulled out my phone to see if there were any texts from him, smiling as I saw one.
From: Mat-boo (5:37PM)
rob im at a job interview
go to mcdonalds and get fries
ill get you there at 8
My smile fell as I finished reading the text. I sighed and trudged back the way I came until McDonalds came into view.
Another night without Mat.
Another night alone.
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Flower Boy
Fanfiction"You know when you see someone in a relationship with someone else. And your heart physically hurts because shit, that person is an angel and they deserve someone who will treat them with respect and who will love them wholeheartedly. You're the ang...
