The Tattoo Artist's Bouquet

L A N C E

Les Astronauts
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Friday.... the best day, in my opinion. Yesterday I had to courage to ask Keith for dinner right before he fell asleep.

The conversation went like this,
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Keith: Goodnight Lance.
11:34 Now

Hey Keith? Before you fall asleep would you want to go for dinner tomorrow?
11:35 Now

Keith: Sure. I could pick you up when you finish you shift at the shop?
11:35 Now

Could you? Thank you!^^
Now 11:35
Keith: Yeah no problem.
Now 11:36

Night!
11:36 Now
Keith: Night.
11:36

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I sighed remembering that conversation. I look at the time. 7:52... my shift ends at 8:00 and on Fridays Keith's end at 7:50 so he should be here in a bit.

I start to the sink and pick up one of the rags, turning on the tap watching the water seep into the rag, turning it darker, getting consumed by the water.

I squeeze out some extra water and walk over to the counter a start wiping the dirt and plant nutrients off.

I zone off, instinctively wiping the counter with no thought, thinking of what has happened the last few days.

I snap into reality when Keith enters the shop, summoning a ring of the bell as he enters. I noticed his outfit immediately.

He was wearing a red sweater over a white button down, and some black jeans. But that wasn't what caught my attention. He was wearing glasses. Black rimmed glasses. And they looked adorable. How could a human be this cute—

He walks over to the counter, a shy smile on his face.

"You ready yet?" He asks, snapping me out of my trance.

"Uhhmm.." I check my wrist, accessorized with an Apple Watch.

7:59–

BEEP!

8:00PM

I look back up. "Yup."

He smirks and waits while I go into the back and get ready to go to eat.

Since we were eating somewhere a bit more fancy, I changed into something for appropriate. Not as fancy as a tux, but not casual.

I changed into some tight, army green jeggings, a plaid, black and white, short sleeved crop top, and some brown ankle high, heeled boots.

I peek back into the shop and see that Keith is looking around at the flowers, smiling at each meaning he reads.

I sneak up behind him and clasp his shoulders.

Keith lets out a yelp and snaps back facing towards me, tilting his face slightly up, to look at me.

Soon we realize how close our faces were, our cheeks burning up. But I don't back out. I lean forwards until I could feel his breath.

I could hear his breath hitch as I got closer, and closer—

"Lance? Lance!" I heard a faint voice.

I look around and see Samantha.

"Huh?" I blink and realize I'm still in the back room.

"Isn't your boyfriend waiting for you?" I feel my face flame up.