Luke Hemmings: Hey, hot stuff. Come to the flower shop.
Ashton Irwin: Pardon?
Luke Hemmings: I think you can read, otherwise you wouldn't be replying.
Ashton Irwin: Why would I come to a flower shop at midnight?
Luke Hemmings: Come and find out.
Luke Hemmings: I'll make it worth your while.
Ashton Irwin: What does that even mean? I am not coming to a flower shop at this time, you're mental.
Luke Hemmings: Me, mental? No way, unbelievable.
Ashton Irwin: You can't just message strangers and ask them to meet you random places at random times.
Luke Hemmings: Except, I just did, didn't I? It's not a random place, or a random time.
Luke Hemmings: I happen to think that midnight is a beautiful time, the moon is usually showing and everything is so quiet and peaceful.
Luke Hemmings: And the flower shop is our place.
Ashton Irwin: Our place? What does that even mean?
Luke Hemmings: I'll be at the flower shop by quarter past twelve, if you're not there by half past, I'm leaving.
Ashton Irwin: You're kidding right, you can't be serious.
Ashton Irwin: Luke?
Ashton Irwin: Are you there?
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flowers ❀ lashton [𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝]
Fanfictionwhen ashton loves flowers but luke hates his job.