The first time she saw him, he was angry.
He walked into her shop, slammed a twenty dollar on the counter and asked, "How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?"
She timidly placed the note in her register before folding her arms on the counter and thinking.
"Depends what sort of context, hate or-"
"Hate definitely hate." He seethed and she nodded before leaving to the back room.
She returned with a few sprigs of basil and a single rose with the thorns still on. He looked at her bewildered and she set everything on the counter.
She wrapped the basil around the rose stem and handed it over to the man, who began walking away.
"Wait!" She said suddenly and cut the rose from the stem and let it fall to the floor. "You may go."
The man left.
YOU ARE READING
Flower Shop
Короткий рассказ"How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?" --- Obviously this book will have coarse language so don't read if easily offended.
