The florists daughter

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"You are a flower girl."

The familiar sound of the shopkeepers bell calmed Melia's senses as she walked in the shop with her friend, Rae.

It's a very picturesque flower shop with large glass windows framed with white worn wood frames, a white framed door with glass panes and the almost endless amounts of flowers in all types and colors, whether it's hanging from hooks or placed on the ground. It has a very calming earthy aura that attracts many people and sometimes they, too, buy a flower.

"Yeah, no shit. I work at a flower shop." Both girl's laughter filled the semi- busy flower shop. "But that's not what I meaan! What I mean is your outfits and vibe, in general, is one of a flower girl." Rae stands in front of the brunette, stopping her from going in the glass cashier register.

"Sis, my outfits are cute yet modest because I don't want guys watching my boobs move every second." She crosses her arms, squeezing her boobs together, making them seem bigger then they actually are.

"Can't relate at all! I'm from the itty bitty committee!" Rae strikes a cute pose, making Melia laugh and openly check out her outfit. "I mean, you look pretty hot in this tight beige midi dress. The red coat was a bold move but I really dig the look. Like a true 20 year old who is currently looking for a man."

"And you look like a true "I-got-my-shit-together" woman with the blue straight leg jeans, lavender sweater and cream coat. And with the black ankle heel booties-"  she brought her fingers on her lips and made a chef's kiss sound, " masterpiece."

"Thank you, thank you, I always dress up for my fans." She started blowing kisses around the shop as Rae laughs at her little bit. "So.." Rae started cracking her fingers and a forced smile escape her pinkish lips. Oh god.. "Whats the favor, Rae?" She asks with a eye roll and pursed her lips.

"Can I use your fourth year notes?"

"In my room, fourth year folders."

"Oh my god. Thank you!!! You will not regret this at all! Oh my god, I'm sooo acing this test! Thank you lord for blessing me with my best friend and making her skip first grade!"

She hugs me quickly as she races out of the flower shop - with the shopkeepers bell ringing behind her - and calls out for a taxi, who came to her immediately.

I can't even stay mad because I would do the same to her. Well, same pitch, different genre.

Melia thought to herself as she removed her coat, handed it on the hanger and wore a grey, slightly oversized apron. She tied her elbow length hazelnut hair up in a high ponytail with a red hair tie to tie the look.

As she loosened the belt of the apron further, the shopkeepers bell ringed. Two elderly couple walk in with very 60s aesthetic. It was quite cute, if she says so herself. "Hello, welcome to Flos Tabernam, how may I help you?" She asks as she walks up to them with a smile, making her eyes crinkle.

"Hello, dear, we would like to buy all your flowers on display and in the shop."

"Excuse me?"

The shopkeepers bell rang suddenly, alerting Melia that another costumer is her. "Wait!" He said, his deep voice shocking her. She peeked to see who came and- oh god, can this day get any worse?

He had his ink colored hair in a man bun, his long fringe added a whole other level to his face. Dark arched eyebrows and strong nose. That's when she finally looked at his eyes.

Honey clashed with coffee.

That's when she met him.

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"You're fired."

"B..but yo..you said-"

"Falsifying my words now?"

"I.. I- fuck you!"

"A lot of people- including you, sweetie- would want that."

"You're just- ugh!" His secretary- well, ex-secretary- stormed out of his office. The man sighed as he tied his rich black hair in his signature man bun with a red hair tie, completely disregarding the fact that he fired his secretary. This is never gonna end, will it. He shook his head as he called his friend, Ron, to get a new secretary- again.

"On it, boss."

"Thanks, bro."

"Yeah, yeah. How's Alyssa?"

Fucking your brother and lying straight to my face, how are you?

"She's good. They are forcing me to marry her by the end of this month because, apparently, they want some grandkids before they die."

"Jeez, Anton. You must be living a pretty shitty life with her right now."

"Tell me about it." He massaged his nose bridge. "Oh shit. Boss?"

"Yes?"

"Your grandparents are currently placing an order of approximately 1,459 flowers from a local flower shop."

"Cancel all meeting and get my car ready with the directions as to where this shop is." He said as he quickly ran to his personal elevator and pressed the basement button that lead him straight to his car. The valet driver ran out the car and opened the door for Anton to go in.

"Mr. Walsh." The valet boy said, getting a nod from Anton. The boy simply closed the door and backed away, watching the CEO's car getting smaller each passing second.

Anton pressed on the gas pedal harder as the traffic light became green. "After 500 meters, turn right." A womanly voice said loudly. And after a few turns, he finally reached the designated shop. Although it was a beautiful flower shop, he didn't waste any time running in the shop.

"Wait!"

He say his grandparents in front of a girl. He couldn't see her because of her short stature, which he found cute. When she finally peeked, he felt time go slower than it actually was. Her hair was beautifully tied in a ponytail with some baby hairs framing her face. Her face had makeup makeup, from what he can tell, but it didn't hide her face, the makeup just polished her beauty. That's when their eyes met.

Coffee clashed with honey.

And that's when he met her.

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