He started to visit more and more frequently, bringing with him questions of every plant he heard of. Just to annoy her.
"Can't you research this, Google does exist." She stated, adding a roll of her eyes for effect.
"Good point, but I'd rather hear it from you." He answered with a grin.
She smiled back and another man entered the shop, wearing a suit and tie paired with a straight face.
The woman beamed and hugged the man, who only let a small smile slip for a second before returning to his emotionless expression.
"Oh sorry, this is my boyfriend." She turned to the somewhat disappointed face of her friend who tried to seem happy for her.
But at the same time, he so desperately wanted to tell her that her taste in men was rotten.
YOU ARE READING
Flower Shop
Short Story"How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?" --- Obviously this book will have coarse language so don't read if easily offended.
