"Are you really sure? I'm telling you, that neighborhood is known not to be one of the best." I hear her over exaggerated sigh as I walk to the realtor's building, dramatics being apart of my mother's character.
"Mama, I'm telling you, this is the best spot. The price is a steal, it has everything I could want, the price is a steal, it's pretty close to my apartment building, oh, and did I mention the price is a steal?" That gets her laughing, and I can't help but join in as well. As much as I was tired with arguing with her over my location choice, I couldn't help but agree with some of her worries. Even the realtor was a little cautious about showing me the property, but I'm not one to turn something down before really assessing it. Our laughter dies down as I push open the door and take a seat, waving at the receptionist who's seen me a lot in the past couple of months.
"Well, there's no point in stopping you now, I can hear the familiar lobby music through the speaker," She laughs a little before continuing, "If you like it, I'll pretend to like it but secretly despise it a little behind your back. I just want you to always stay safe, you know—"
"I'm all you have left, I know mama, and I promise I will. I'm a strong girl, I mean, if I can handle being pricked with numerous rose thorns in a day, I can handle some thugs!" I laugh a little, but I can tell she's not that amused.
"Lyn, I'm not playing around now. If you start to work around there, you have to expect something, or someone, will come in and be a nuisance. In fact, have you thought of taking martial arts classes lately?" I have to resist the urge to laugh at her, knowing if I do she'll go into a rant about how I should take my safety more serious than I already do. If I wasn't as fragile as I was, which I admit I am pretty prone to hurting myself badly, she probably wouldn't be worrying as much as she was. Luckily though, I'm saved by not the bell, but the receptionist telling me that the realtor's ready to see me. If it were a bigger branch it wouldn't be functioning like a doctor's office, but I like handling my business with small businesses, since soon I'd be owning one myself.
"Mama, I have to go now, I have a deal to close!" I stand up and straighten out my sweater. As I walk towards the door that separates the offices from the lobby, I hear her suck her teeth. She wasn't finished talking, as per usual.
"Oh ok, well call me when you're done. Love you Evelyn," I can't help but smile every time she says that, even though I hear it every day.
"Love you too, call you later."
A few months later...
It's actually here. Standing in front of the fruit of my labor, which I honestly can't believe happened, I resist the urge to pinch myself. A few phone arguments, busted pipes, and frustrated screams later, and my flower shop is ready to be opened. Something this neighborhood didn't necessarily need, nor did it want, but man, did it make it look prettier!
"Well Lyn, it's finally opening day! You ready for it?" I look over at my mom, who's currently fiddling with the keys.
"Of course, I'm not giving up before the first bouquet is even sold!" She looks back and smiles before finally finding the right one, pulling the door open after a brief struggle.
"You might want to oil those hinges." I just shake my head and laugh, as there were just no words for that. I walked under the awning and looked up at the sky, knowing that I have someone looking down on me.
"Don't worry, I've got this on lock as you would say. This shop right here's going nowhere, and I promise. A little flower shop on the corner can't harm anybody, now can it?"
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Guns & Roses
Genç KurguI should've known he was trouble from the moment he walked into my shop. The way his tattoos covered every single visible part of his skin. The way he spoke in such a chill demeanor, as if he didn't have a care in the world. The way that smirk of...
