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1 and a half month before the epilogue

Alana | Jared

"Welcome to Karen's florist shop. How may I help you?"

"Aha. Now you don't have a problem with that phrase, do you?"

"Pfft. Whatever. Where are you? It's my first day and you've left me to fend for myself!"

"Heh. I took a day off."

"WHAT?"

"Tone down the volume, will ya? My eardrums might shatter."

"Oh, shush! Why did you take a day off?"

"You do realize that you told me to shut up and then asked a question. Which one do you actually want me to go through with?"

"Answer the question, you jerk!"

"So rude, huh! I don't want you to be dependent on me. I want you to make an effort talking to people and becoming friends with the rest of the staff."

"I'm already friends with Jess and Karen."

"Because they already know you through me."

"And that's wrong because?"

"I don't want you thinking that 'oh, they're Jared's friends and not mine'. If you talk to them without me, they're your friends too."

"You do know that you make no sense whatsoever? I mean, I get it. But you seriously suck at explaining things."

"Gee, thanks. But so do you."

"I don't disagree. Well, since you're not here today, maybe I can ask Karen and change a few things around here."

"That tone. Oh, god. What are you gonna do? I don't like change. Don't you dare—"

"Bye, Jared Flower."

"LANA! ALANA—NO, DON'T—"

Click.

"—YOU DARE. Ugh. She's gonna drive me nuts. Why the hell do I like her, again?"

The next day when Jared hurriedly made his way to the florist, he opened the door and...

🎶 Baby, you light up my world like nobody else, the way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed, and when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell, you don't know oh-oh, you don't know you're beautiful...🎶

In horror, his eyes zero onto Alana who was by the counter, smirking.

"LANA!" He growled.

"...that's what makes you beautiful." She grinned, finishing the lyrics.