Everyday he came in for a few minutes to converse. Every day, for a month.
"Let's hang out." He proposed while wandering around smelling various flowers.
"When?"
"When you've finished work today."
"Oh, I'm sorry I can't. I have other plans."
"Oh okay. Tomorrow?"
"Booked up. I can't really do afternoons."
"Okay."
He continued smelling the flowers with a disappointed expression.
YOU ARE READING
Flower Shop
Kurzgeschichten"How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?" --- Obviously this book will have coarse language so don't read if easily offended.
