I walked into the flower shop, brightly colored flowers catching my eye. There were only two other people in the shop, but they didn't seem quite interested in any of the flowers. I walked up to the boy at the front desk, making him look up from his phone. He took his feet off of the desk and stared at me.
"Um hi, I need some help." I said awkwardly.
"With what?" He asked, revealing his Australian accent.
"Do you know what kind of flowers would be good for my mom?" I asked playing with my caramel hair.
"It depends. I don't know your mom and I don't know you so it's gonna be kind of hard..." He answered.
"Maybe you could get to know me?" I suggested, handing him my phone.
He stared at me in disbelief. I would think that he gets this all the time.
"Uh yeah! Sure!" He said, taking my phone, a small blush creeping up onto his face.
He handed me my phone back and as I left, I texted him.
To: Cute flower shop boy
I'll be back tomorrow. xx
