Dearest, You Said 》BNHA

Chapter 4

"And when two lovers woo
They still say, I love you-"

Eight o'clock would be here soon.  There were about thirty minutes left, a rough estimate that Thomas thought up.

Thirty minutes until most of his fellow pilots in the bar were drunk beyond belief.

Thirty minutes until Thomas could escape to the little flower shop.

Was Denki still expecting him?

The blond pilot pinched his nose and sipped the whiskey from the glass in front of him. How Americans could drink this foul liquid, he would never know.

His mind wandered back to Denki. The slightly smaller Japanese-American man in charge of the flower shop.

He seemed so kind, it was such a shame he had to live in fear of who would possibly come into his shop. He probably doesn't have many customers these days because of the war.

Thomas now felt like it was his duty to be there. A man shouldn't feel alone during stressful times like these.

He could see himself befriending Denki. Two friends enjoying the peaceful atmosphere of the florist's shop. It sounded nice.

Now he had something to look forward to other than the shop itself.

When Thomas left the bar, the moon was shining and full. No clouds covered her face tonight.

He could already hear the jazz on the radio, already smell the sickeningly sweet scent, already feel the pure energy.
The man found himself walking faster down the sidewalk, until he turned into the doorway.

He ran straight into the florist. Denki stumbled back as Thomas caught him by the arm.

"Heavens, I am so sorry!", he apologized. He quickly let go of his arm in embarrassment.

Denki glared daggers at him, but a faint smile played at his thin lips.
"Do you have something against my daisies, Sir?", he asked, holding up the pot he nearly dropped.
"Anyways, you're just in time. The truck was a little late today, but they just left."

Denki moved his way past Thomas and showed the pilot the many boxes of flowers on the sidewalk.

The two men moved the flowers to an empty shelf near the back. Thomas watched Denki closely so he knew where exactly to put them.

There was a peaceful quiet between them, but it was filled with the sounds of jazz and Denki's warm humming.

After they were done, the florist beamed brightly at him, thanking Thomas for his help.

"Is there anything else I could help with?", Thomas asked, his eyes raking around the shop.

Denki shook his head. He untied a piece of cloth that was tied over his bangs, letting the blond locks fall over his forehead.
"No, that's all I needed."

He put the cloth away in his apron pocket.

He moved with such lightness and ease, Thomas noted. His simple and charming charisma matched his shop.

Denki smiled at Thomas again.

A white that resembled his daisies.

There was a new energy in the air, but Thomas couldn't put his finger on it.

"Do you have carnations in Europe?", Denki asked him, bringing Thomas out of his thoughts.

Thomas looked at the bright red flowers. "No", he said, "I believe all the carnations in Britain are imported."

The florist picked up a lively green watering can from beside the shelves. He began to water the carnations as he talked to the pilot behind him.

"That's a shame. They're very lovely. A popular choice for funerals."

"I'm guessing you know a lot about flowers?"

"Well, I do own a flower shop", Denki said matter-of-factly.

"Well then-", Thomas looked around at the flora, "Why don't you teach me things about your flowers? It'd be a nice way to pass time together whenever I'm here."

The florist seemed to light up brighter than the moon that shone outside.
"Sure!"

A small smile spread across Thomas' face.

Denki really was a nice fellow.

Thomas looked forward to seeing the shop and Denki.