Jacksepticeye Imagines

Honeysuckle

Word Count:1533
(septictankboss recommended florist au, and I changed stuff around but the main idea is still there)

You put the broom back in the closet, letting out a huff. You crossed the room to the entrance, flipping the sign over to show passersby the shop was open and ready for business. Your coworker, Jillian, made flower arrangements and put them on display while you spritzed water on various potted flowers. Jillian played music at a low volume so that it made a nice background noise.

Throughout the morning, you both answered phone calls, wrote down orders, and made arrangements. You weren't the most knowledgeable in what flowers went together, so when business was slow you would read the few books that were scattered in the cubbies of the counter. That day, you were reading up on what makes a good arrangement, and even what certain flowers symbolize. Jillian had gone to get lunch for the both of you since business was slow at that hour. You hummed to yourself until a loud rumbling overtook you. You glanced up from the page, peering through the glass doors and large windows.

Outside, a young man pulled up to the curb on a motorcycle. You stared for a moment, as you do, then went back to reading. You only looked up again when the door bells chimed.

"Good morning," you greeted with a forced smile, then shifted to a more natural tone. "How can I help you?"

The guy took off his helmet as he approached the counter, revealing a mess of brown and faded green hair.

"I need some flowers for my sister. 'S her birthday."

He explained what colors she liked and you did your best to make a nice-looking bundle with the criteria provided. You were actually pretty proud of the end result, and the costumer seemed pleased, too. As you rang him up, you nodded towards the door.

"Nice bike," you commented.

His eyebrow raised and he smirked. "Thanks." As his eyes flicked from your head to your feet and back, you felt a blush creeping to your cheeks. "You like bikes?" he asked, and you've never even thought about possibly having a thing for motorists but damn was it attractive. And of course, you couldn't tell a complete stranger this, so you just nodded.

After you finished the transaction, he thanked you and shot you a wink before walking out of the store. As he prepared to leave, he pretended not to notice you staring. The Flower Book wasn't so interesting anymore. You gushed to Jillian about the handsome guy when she returned with food, pouting that she missed such a pretty face.

The rest of the day and the week after, your head shot up every time you heard a motorcycle, only to lower again when you realized it wasn't him. You were actually starting to feel anger towards this man who you didn't even know the name of. I mean you can't just walk in and wink at someone and expect them to just forget about it. Nobody had flirted with you in months, leaving you craving more when you got a hint of it.

It was Thursday again. You were playing a game on your phone and Jillian was flicking through a magazine. Cars, trucks, and motorcycles passed frequently, so you stopped paying attention. The door bells chimed. Jillian was manning the register, so you didn't even glance up from your quick-paced game.

As she greeted the costumer, and your character died, you glanced up. Two blue eyes were staring back at you, a soft smile on the owner's lips. Your mouth almost fell open as you were expecting to never see him again.

"I'll have a dozen roses," he said, never looking away from you.

Jillian looked between the both of you and cleared her throat to prevent herself from laughing, standing up and going off to cut the roses and bundle them together.