"You make me feel special."
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Melia.
Anton.
Florist.
CEO.
Honey.
Coffee.
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Melia. 21. Honey for a personality. A smile can brighten up cities. Loves working under her father as a florist and just started her 6th year of medicine. Addicted to cof...
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The color of coffee.
Deep.
Rich.
Sharp.
Coffee.
Oof... I'd hit that, she thought as she finally left his eyes and started openly checking out his body. But nah. She raised her eyebrow when her eyes reached his crotch, well aware he is watching her do that. She scoffed mockingly with a smile on her face and turned back to the grandparents, who, oddly enough, where looking at the two with a suggestive smile on their faces. That made Melia a little suspicious.
Yeah they definitely planned this. Melia thought as she slightly squints her eyes on the grandpa, who grinned even wider and offered a wink to the young woman. She just raised her eyebrow even further and smiled slightly. She looked at Anton, who had a smirk on his face.
He scanned her face, as if memorizing every inch of her face, and said," raise your eyebrow even more and it will reach your hairline."
"That's not physically possible."
"Bet."
He raised his brow and, somehow, it really did reach his hairline. Wh0t, "I-"Melia started pouting and nodding her head, expressing how impressed she is," an entire semester of my college year a lie." She relaxed her face and smiled sheepishly at herself. Cute, thought Anton, walking up to the cashier next to his grandparents and stuffing his hands in his pockets while smirking at Melia.
That caught the attention of the grandparents even more as they shared a look that said thousands of words.
"Are you studying in college, my dear?" The grandfather asked, a kind smile resting on his face. "Yes, sir." She answered, keeping her answers short and sweet. "Which college are you attending?" "Well, sir, I don't think-"
"Moró, don't pressure the girl, it's clear that she isn't comfortable with it. May we get your name at least?" The grandma, Dolores, asked her, her voice dripping with honey. Although she knows Melia's name and more, she asked for Antons sake. Come on, my grandson, leave your used tissue to this honeypot.
"My name is Melia Selinofoto, sir. But, may I ask, what about the flowers you wanted?" She asked, generally curious about their order as they kind of drifted away from that topic as soon as that bastard came in the door. Before the grandparents can even respond, Anton immediately yelled "cancel it!"
