Angelus → Gray Fullbuster

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(Y/n) was tending the cacti with care when she noticed a gaping little girl looking at the fresh flowers displayed on the small shop, she gave her a heart warming smile and crouch down to level their height.

"Hey there!" (Y/n) greeted as she wave.

The little girl smiled back shyly and ran towards her mother.

(Y/n) shook her head and continued her work.

First day of her work and it gave her peace and serenity. This store is so peaceful compared to the coffee shop she worked for a year, there's no kids running in circles, no people talking non-stop to their friends or phone, and especially no boss yelling at you for doing exactly nothing.

"(Y/n) darling could you please hand the roses to me." Miss Narasaki ordered softly.

Ahh, her boss right now was nothing compared to the boss she was facing and meeting for a whole damn year. Mrs. Narasaki was a blooming and delicate flower while the boss (who she forgot the name) was nothing but a Lion who always sees every employee as a prey.

"Yes ma'am!" (Y/n) smiles as she gleefully handed the roses to the middle aged woman trying not to snap it off.

"Can I ask you a question,dear?" Mrs. Narasaki asked quietly as she gave (Y/n) an innocent smile.

"I,uh, of course." She answered hesitantly.

"Do you have a boyfriend (Y/n)?" The woman asked sweetly making (Y/n)'s cheeks flushed.

"I. . . I'm afraid no, Ma'am." She answered politely, her thoughts flew towards the black-haired man.

"What a shame to men, you are such a beautiful woman!" Mrs. Narasaki cried as she cut the dead vines clinging on her dear flowers.

"Thank you Mrs. Narasaki." She shyly whispered as she handed the old woman a pitcher of water.

The old woman poured the water to the chrysanthemums with a heart warming smile, "Darling could you buy something for me?"

"Sure."

Mrs. Nagasaki handed a small envelope to (Y/n), "Buy us something to munch on." And she assumed it's money.

She nods with delight and went outside.

"There's a pastry shop here somewhere." She whispered to herself and strides—when suddenly somebody grabbed her in the waist impulsively and all she can do was freaking squeal like a helpless girl.

"You motherfuc—" she was cut off from her unladylike rant when tone chest and a sweet smell met her senses, she immediately know who the freaking person it is, "(Y/n). . ." He whispered silently that you can't even hear a thing, but (Y/n) did, she heard it loud and clear.

Her mind was clouding and her feet was glued on the ground,
"Gray?" She inaudibly whispered, for three days of him away she couldn't help but feel infuriated.

"Where have you been you dimwit?" He scolded as he hugged her tighter.

"What are you saying?" She asked confusingly, her heart beating faster than usual.

"I arrived this morning," He explained, "And you're not in my apartment."

"And?"

"I thought. . . I thought you ran away and won't come back." He continued his voice broke.

"What are you saying? Did you hit your head with a pole?" She asked curiously. This man was acting rather strange today.

"You have no idea what you did to me." He growled darkly as he smell her intoxicating scent.

"What are you talking about you imbecile?" She asked,puzzled.

Now he's talking nonsense.
What the freaking happen?

"For three days I only think of you. You. You. You." He groaned frustratedly as he rested his head on her shoulders.