AceSabo - Flower Shop

Chapter 8 - Betony

After my lame confession, Sabo invited me to his place. I wonder if he was planning to start something like... you know. It was getting quite late, so Sabo asked me if I wanted to have some dinner with him. I agreed of course, since there was food offered, but most importantly, I got to go with him. Now that I thought of it, I never really eaten any meal with him. We would have snacks and tea, but to be honest, he didn't eat much with me. He gave it all to me mostly, then I ate it all.

    We walked for quite a long while. I looked around as we went. I never been here before at all. "Why do you live so far away from your shop," I asked eventually. It was already getting really dark as we were still going. "Doesn't it get dangerous if you work a little later? It's already so dark," I mumbled.

    Sabo laughed softly before looking back at me. "When you are known to beat up everyone, no one will bother you," he told me. "The reason I am not closer is because of cost, Ace. Do you know how much more expensive it is to live in the area you live? I only own a flower shop and don't make much at all. Water bills, electricity, phone bills, gas... I need to pay for all of that even so. This area is not a great place. The crime rate is a lot higher, but... I can't afford elsewhere. We're walking because I can't afford transportation either," he explained.

    I walked besides him and sighed, "hm... Even if you're strong, it can still be dangerous... What if someone has a gun?"

    "Even so, what can I do then," Sabo asked me in reply.

    I looked to the side before letting out a huff and taking his hand. "I said that you'll be- uh- taking my name! So, when I graduate and get a job, I will get a house for us to live in. It will be a good place," I told him.

    Sabo stared at me before smiling and leaning down to kiss his head, "Ace, you are too kind. What do you know about me... What do I know about you... Are you sure you like me?"

    I held his hand tighter, then gave him a smirk, "I don't like you. I love you."

    I saw Sabo's face redden before he looked away. "Using my words... You are too much for me," he mumbled. He held my hand back as we continued the rest of the way. There was always a soft smile upon his face when he held my hand.

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    When we got to him home, I wandered in and sat myself on the couch. Sabo locked the door and headed off to the kitchen. His place was small... there were only two rooms really. In this living room, was a couch that I sat on, a desk with a small laptop set on it, along with a wooden chair that did not look comfortable. The kitchen was really tiny too. It didn't even have a wall separating it from the living room. There were a few cupboards and drawers, then a small fridge and a stove that only had two places.

    I looked around and stared at a door. That was probably his bedroom... I wanted to go in there and look around, but that would be a bit... Even his windows were used well. There were plants growing by them for the little sunlight they provided. The ginger from the tea he made me was there along with some other things. I took a sniff of the air when I started smelling food and looked over quickly.

    "What are you making, Sabo," I asked him as I peaked over the couch at him. He had his back to me as he cooked, so I couldn't see the food either. He just hummed in reply. I guess it was a surprise. So, I sat back on the couch and stared at the blank walls. If Sabo spent all the money he got on himself rather than the shop, this place may look a lot better, or he may not even have to live here. I knew that the shop was more important to him though.

    I stared at a small picture frame that sat on the desk. Was that a picture of that person he knew? I didn't want to go around and touch everything. Until he gets used to me a bit more, I will refrain from doing that.