She's That Kind of Girl (Smosh one shots)

The Tattoo Artist and the Florist (Shayney)

This is part 1 of two or potentially three parts.
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The door slammed.
A woman with blonde hair chopped just above her shoulders marched to the counter and slammed money down, "How do I passive aggressively say screw you in a flower?!"
Shayne eyes her curiously. Her arms were dotted with flower tattoos. She had a fire in her eyes he knew not to mess with.
"I get right on that," he shuffled over to his stock of flowers, "So...what happened?"
The woman scoffed and blew the hair from her face, "Lets just say that I am no longer in a relationship."  She tapped her finger on the counter as he assembled the bouquet.
"Well," Shayne sighed, "Whoever that person is, they sound like an idiot." He glances at her again, "You work next store, right? At the tattoo place?"
"Yep, and I am not secretary, as many people seem to think."
He smiled, "People like that are also stupid."
Courtney smiled back. She's seen him before, this oddly buff florist. He seems soft and happy and probably want nothing to do with her rough-and-toughness.
"Strangely enough," he added, "No one thinks it's odd that I work here."
"What did bring you here? Are flowers your calling?"
He smirked, "I mean, acting was, a long time ago. That's why I moved out here until the first place. Then I got this job to help pay bills and," he shrugged, "I guess I liked it." He stuffed the last few flowers into the arrangement, "Ok, I think that's it."
Courtney stood on her toes to get a better look, "How? How did you decide on these?"
"Uh, theres geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations for you have disappointed me, and orange lilies for hatred." He tapped the counter in completion, "Are you sure this person will understand?"
Courtney rolled her eyes, "She always said flowers were our thing...she's a lair, so I guess that's not true either. But at least I know what it means, and that's what matters."
"Amen," He said with a smile, "Would you like this to be delivered?"
"Yeah, sure," she quickly filled out the paper he handed to her. Along with the the money, she slid the paper back, "Thank you."
"You're very welcome."
She stepped back, "Come by the parlor anytime you'd like. Ask for Courtney, so I can have the privilege."
"I will." He watched her leave.
A tattoo?
He's never even thought about getting a tattoo. As much as he wanted to, he wasn't going to let this girl he just meet convince to get a tattoo because he thinks she's pretty.
A week past, and he saw nothing of the blonde tattoo artist.
Until that Friday, when she was arguing with a small Asian woman with long black hair while he was locking up the shop.
They were obviously arguing, but Courtney seemed more upset than the other woman. He kept a careful eye on the two, ready to jump in if Courtney needed anything.
A tall man exited the tattoo parlor. He was shouting at Courtney.
Shayne jumped to her aid, but before he could do anything Courtney kicked him in the balls. The man keeled over the other woman yelled.
"Get outta here!" Courtney exclaimed. The stranger scuttled off. Courtney leaned against the wall and sighed, glancing at Shayne, "Sorry you had to see that."
"No, I...Are you ok?"
She nodded, "Yeah, um, my shift is over."
"Do you need a ride home?"
"Yeah...that would be nice."