The girl had finally arrived. She headed over to the back and grab the same slower, which was in the same area, which she had been doing for the past two weeks.
She walks up to the counter and puts the flower on the table with the money. I take her money and was about to give her her change, but I decided to find out her name.
"Hey, mate." I say to her. She doesn't look up but then mumbles, "Hello." I notice a faint British accent.
"Before I give you your change I want to know your name." I say holding onto a couple of singles. She looks up at me with wide eyes and then whisper, "Carrie."
I follow up on my side of our nonverbal deal and give her her change. She quickly shoves the change in her pocket, grabs the single flower, and runs out of the ship so fast the flash would be impressed.
"Carrie." I whisper, testing it out. "Carrie. I like that." I decide. What to do for the rest of the day? No one else would come. I decided to clean the store. But for some reason I couldn't get soft-spoken Carrie out of my head.
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Flower Girl
FanfictionA girl walks into a flower shop everyday. She buys the same flower everyday, but why? Is someone she loves dead? Is it in the name of romance? Calum is determined to find out.
