AceSabo - Flower Shop

Chapter 6 - Yellow Tulip

I never thought I would be going to a flower shop frequently, but I was now. After that day when I felt like I seriously was going to have my life ruined, I have been going to see him almost daily. Because of my stupid actions, I kind of messed up his life a bit, so I wanted to help him out for some time. He, as in Sabo, the owner of the flower shop that is on the way back to my house. I go there all days except the weekends. I spend those with my girlfriend.

I had told her about what happened and she agreed with what I wanted to do, so now instead of going to her, I go help Sabo out. Sabo told me that I didn't have to come everyday or any day at all. He said I did nothing wrong, so I really didn't have to be there, but I didn't listen. I kept asking me to give me tasks, but he would constantly refuse for the first few weeks. Yeah... he was that stubborn.

❀

"Hey... you already know that I will keep coming here, Sabo," I complained as I sat on the stool. I watched him flipping through a magazine in front of me. "Just start giving me tasks! I want to help..."

"Your existence already helped me lots," Sabo said to me in reply, not looking up from the magazine.

"Again with that answer... Come on," I kept complaining. I let out a huff and laid my chin onto the cold marble table. My eyes kept shut for a while as I thought of other ways to try to get him to tell me to do things. I peeked up at at him quietly and stared.

Sabo didn't really notice me. He just continued flipping through pages and sometimes looking over to this little notebook that was besides the magazine to write down some numbers. I looked to the magazine to see what it was about. It had flowers, fruits, vegetables and whatnot on it. I wondered what was so interesting about that. Then, my eyes went to the notebook where there were an array of numbers. It looked like he was adding and all these math things. There weren't any lines and crosses through numbers though. That meant that he was either just copying numbers, or doing all the math in his head. I gulped at how fast he jotted down the large numbers. He couldn't possibly have done all that in his head, right?

I let out a soft sigh before looking up at him now. He was wearing glasses. It looked good on him. I found out that he liked the color blue a lot. His outfits always had some blue in it. Rarely did it not. The tea cups were blue, some little boxes were blue, the cookies were always in a blue baggie... I stared at him and watched his eyes glancing from the magazine to the notebook.

His left eye didn't work, as in, it was blind. It took me long to find that out. How I did was that I would always peek from his left side and sometimes just stand there. It would take long for him to notice anything. Sometimes it would scare him though and he would swing whatever he was holding at me. I would then go home his a bruise. He was really strong, unexpectedly, but he did tell me his little story though. I never brought that up since he would always get so sad when anything reminded him about it.

He was always working so hard... "Hey... Pay attention to me," I ended up saying as I kept my head there on the counter. I really just wanted to help him out, but he won't ever let me. Just going off to try and help without instruction didn't sound like the best of ideas to me, since I knew nothing of flowers.

Sabo blinked once slowly. His long lashes then moved up to reveal the two-colored eyes looking right at me. My eyes widened when I saw him look at me. I was the one who told him to pay attention, so why was I so shocked? Sabo stared at me quietly before smiling, "isn't it cold? The counter..."

"Ah- eh? Um... It's alright," I replied quickly. My eyes darted away. I then took a deep breath and shut my eyes, "tell me to do something already..."