Through The Darkness

Chapter 1-Tulips?

    The warm sun was out, filtering through the windows of the small flower shop. The fresh scent of lavender and sweet roses drifted through the air. The small, Irish florist sat behind the counter, face nuzzled into a book. He was so absorbed that he didn't hear the bell of the door ring, signaling that he had a customer.
    "Do you have any tulips?" A tan muscular man says to the florist. He lifts his head and looks at the man. He can't help but stare. He looks at his purple and blue galaxy hair atop a head that is slightly taller than him. He's wearing jeans and a red t-shirt. The florist snaps out of his daze and he immediatley feels awkward. "U-Uhm... yeah. Over this way". He steps out from beind the counter feeling his face heat up. It turns as red as the tulips he makes his way to. "Thank you." the man says. He nods and mentally face palms.
    "I'm Mark" the man says looking over at the florist giving him a small smile before turning back to look at the fresh flowers lined against the wall. His face reddens even deeper and gives a small smirk even though Mark isn't looking. "I'm Sea-er... Jack. I'm Jack." he says. Mark picks out a dozen coral coloured tulips. He walks to the register toward the front of the store and Jack walks around the counter, quickly tucking his book away that he left out earlier. "That will be $10.50" Jack says looking down at the register. "I'm sorry. What?" "The-uh, the tulips are $10.50." "Sorry I just... is that The Jungle Book?" "Oh! Yeah.. I-It's such a classic I just had to read it again..." "One of my favorites." Mark smiles to himself.
    He remembers that he has places to be and tulips to deliver and fishes into his pocket pulling out a crubled up $20 bill. Jack hands Mark the bouquet flowers and he takes them carefully. Mark hands Jack the money, looking at a blue black handprint around his wrist. He still doesn't look up at him. "Are you ok?" Mark asks Jack. Jack looks up at him through his green yellow fringe. "Uh...ye-yeah. See you again, maybe?" Jack says, cheeks completely flushed. Mark smiles. "Yeah. I-I hope so." he says and goofily smiles.
    Jack chuckles as Mark turns to leave. Jack waves as Mark turns his back, not seeing him. Jack watches him walk through the glass door and into the hot air of July. As Mark walks down the sidewalk he can't help but think about the petite Irish man with yellowing green hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes that he could swim in. Jack loses himself in his thoughts of chocolate eyes and warm tan skin.