"Hyacinth" a voice said, "Hyacinth!". I opened my eyes and sat up, rubbing my eyes. "What?" is asked, pushing off my blanket and getting up.
"It's Six. In the morning." my annoying sister announced.
"It's saturday..."
"Exactly"
Then, it hit me. The shop had to open at seven. Shit! I was behind schedule and I actually wanted to be on time today! Somehow, I managed to get ready in a few minutes and rushed out the door.
6:45. I unlocked the door and started getting everything ready, tying on the light green apron and clipping on my name tag, reading orders and putting them together and watering the potted plants outside.
At 7:00, I looked outside and right on cue he came out of the coffee shop two doors down, wearing a red and black flannel with faded navy blue jeans and gorgeous hazel eyes... Okay! I know what you're thinking. Maybe knowing the exact time where a pretty good looking guy comes out of a coffee shop with a Hazelnut and Maple mocha every Saturday and Sunday might sound like I'm stalking him, but it's not. Promise.
I tried to act casual but ended up nudging a pot of lillies off it's widow cill. I gasped and winced when I heard the pot bre-... Wait. It didn't break. I opened my eyes and looked at the pot in the hands of flannel wearing Paul. "Hey. You gotta be more careful there!" he said with a warm smile. I felt my cheeks redden and quickly grabbed the pot, putting it back where it belonged. "Thank you." I said, trying to distract myself from him. "No problem!" he said, looking at the pink tulips. "So what's your name?" he asked.
What's. My. Name. I don't know? Let's see. Oh look! There's a name tag on me! "Hyacinth." I said, watering the calla lillies.
"Like the flower?"
"Yes..."
"Funny. Suits your job, Flower Boy"
I smiled at the nickname. Flower Boy.
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