About four days have passed since I applied for that job I and Damian had talked about when we were strolling around little old Creemore. That was kind of a shit day, but at least I got an opportunity out of it.
He hadn't shown up for those four days, so a part of me was a little worried but also chill about it and another to part of me was constantly overthinking his disappearance and coming up with every little-exaggerated thing that could've happened. Had he gotten bored of me? Was he pissed at me? You know, those shitty thoughts that always had a way of surfacing. Good ol' anxiety.
I stood facing the doorway of Anne's Floral Shop and nervously tug at the hem of my pastel blue sweater. The sweet perfume of the flowers lined up outside were almost intoxicating and I had to try and not go over and smell every single one individually. I take a deep breath of crisp perfumed air and push the door open.
The little bell on the door tingles and closes shut slowly behind me. The place was a greenhouse in itself. Condensation dripped down the glass paneling and an automated mist was being sprayed down into various sizes and colors of plants. They were healthy and bright; as they should be. My eyes get drawn to a figure moving around and spraying the plants that weren't getting hit by the mist. At the sound of the bell, her eyes shoot up to meet mine.
"Oh! Welcome, welcome. What can I interest you in? We have a special going on for my Cardinals and Bellflowers. However, if you're looking for something more specific then I can do my best to try and help." She announces with a kind smile. She couldn't have been more than 50, with platinum blonde hair turning grey and wrinkles forming at the corners of her eyes from smiling.
"A-actually I'm here because someone on the phone told me to come in for an interview." I smile nervously and shift my eyes around the room.
"Oh yes! You must be Mason. I'm the one that was on the phone with you. I'm Anne, as you've probably already guessed. Just follow me this way and we'll get started." Anne says while beginning to take off her gloves. I follow her through the sliding glass door hidden away in the back and try and calm my nerves the best I can.
YOU ARE READING
Be My Friend
FantasíaMason sells his soul to Satan in order to gain a friend. However, this friend may turn out to be a little more than what Mason bargained for.
