The Tattoo Artist's Bouquet

L A N C E

The Date
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I walk into to the foyer of my apartment building, walk out of the lobby, to get greeted but a heat wave. My posture slightly slumped as I felt the heat and feared the bus ride on my way to work.

I walked down the street, tossing my bag over my shoulder and clobbered down the sidewalk. I checked my Apple Watch, 9:45, I have 15 minutes to get to the flower shop and still be a little early. I stopped and sat on the bench of my bus stop and looked into the glass of the booth,seeing my reflection.

I was wearing simple black leggings and a black and white striped,short sleeved crop top, and topped it off with a hat and some plain Adidas.

((Ha. See what I did there? Topped it off? No? No? Ah... okay...))

Since I was going for lunch during work, then going to dance afterwards, I wanted to wear something flexible but cute. But if I'm being real here this is not much different from my normal attire.

I see a blue bus approaching and I step out the booth to board the vehicle.

I sit next to an unknown man and he appeared to be sleeping. Thinking he was asleep I gently tapped him, about to ask him about his stop, when he slapped my hand away. I recoiled in surprise and the chatty bus became silent.

"What the hell was that for?!"

"Why were you about to touch me, you pervert?!" He demanded.

Once he had his face up, I could see his face better.

He had over gelled platinum hair, and unusual piercing yellow eyes.

"I was just making sure you don't miss your stop!" I puffed out in anger.

Thankfully, my stop has arrived and jumped up from the seat and bounded off the bus. I crossed an intersection and silently walked into the flower shop, hearing a familiar chime of the bell and the door hit the bells.

I sighed as fresh cold air hit me and the familiar hum of the air conditioning vibrated in my ears.

"Hey Lance, you seem unusually ticked off..." Samantha noticed.

"Yeah, there was this irritating guy in the bus.." I explained.

Samantha hummed in agreement and started water all the plants.

I started my usual schedule. I rearranged and wrongly placed flowers, put, if there were any, newly imported plants into some pots and watered them, cleaned some of the back room seeds then planted some, waters the newly planted seed as well as the ones planted the day before, the cleaned any stray dirt off the floors or counters.

By the time I was finished, it was already 10:50. As if on cue, the shop's bells chimed and, on instinct, snapped my head towards the door and internally groaned. It was the guy from the bus.

"Lance? Can you get that for me?" Samantha yelled from the back room.

I winced and started towards the guy. "Hello? Can I help you with anything?"

"Oh, you're the guy on the bus..." He remarked rolling his eyes.

I huffed. "Yes, Yes I am. Do you need any assistance?"

"Hm, well I need a bouquet to use to hit on someone. You got anything?"

I thought for a moment. "Well it depends on the personality...."

"Okay, well they are kind of oblivious, hot tempered, artsy but at then end of the day they're a Tsundere."

I narrowed my eyes. "Well okay, I would suggest those ones in the comet there. Those flashy red ones, and maybe some of those addition in the corner to give it a little pazzas."