My Bisexual Mate

Chapter 17

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What about roses?

They represent like right or is it love?

I shake my head passing them as I continue searching for flowers I could give the mighty Prince but so far no luck. Who knew picking out flowers would be so complicated but then again I didn't know what he consider favourite or if he even like flowers to  begin with. I come across some sunflower that brights up the room despite all the other flowers and it reminds me of how he always taking up the attention in whichever room he's in, how he stands out of all else seeming selfish but at the same by nature quite friendly if you minus my mess ups that upset him. I chuckle at that and scratch my head quickly as if someone heard me and I was embarrassed.

I stare at them for quite sometime before moving on, they were definitely on my list to get if I don't find anything else in here. I stop at tulips and immediately move on, the lilac colour was ugly and then I look up just as a man gave I'm assuming his significant other some who was smiling eye to eye.

Give it sometime and she'll realise the ugliness.

Next were white roses, my Moddess he's not dead but then again it isn't only for the dead right. Maybe I could give him, joking about how he can keep them to remind him that one day he'll die. I laugh to myself thinking how those would be placed on my grave stone the same day if I did do that as I move on again. I'm getting quite bored strolling through all these flowers, I stop in front of Saffrons and the first thing that comes to mind, isn't saffron use for cooking?

"Not always. If presented right then it can be as good as a rose" someone said behind me before coming beside me so I could see them.

African American in the flesh. Loving the skin colour, thick unruly hair, fierce attitude and strong posture.

"I see." I answer "work here?" She laugh a little bit before answering.

"Nah, I'd burn this colourful bitch down the first day" was her response and I raise a brow at her and choice of words. "Flowers are cliche and boring unless one, you've never been given or seen many in your lifetime or second, the person your looking them for never got or hate flowers." Risk stare at her trying to pinpoint the level on sanity she might have left.

"What has flowers ever done to you?" for a while she frown then her eyes darken a bit and I guess she didn't realise the sneer look on her face.

"They tell whatever the person giving them wants to tell even if it's a lie. It's the perfect pretty blanket to cover an ugly lie or lies" she said looking around the place with hate and sadness before staring at the saffron.

"Then why come here?" He ask moving on from the saffron. He's here for flowers, not ingredients to make food. She followed.

"It reminds me of the worse but in my life there was a time of goodness with flowers" she kept it short and I mind my business. If she wanted to spill more then she would have plus I'm a stranger, why would she spill her guts to me although I heard strangers are sometimes best to talk to because they either don't remember you or what you rant about or you never see each them again.

"Looking for a guy" she wasn't asking one bit.

I nod as I stare at some soft white looking flowers that glow as if a little halo is about them cause by the lighting. "Sweet peas" she points out and he nods. "If your guy a twinkle then this would definitely do" she said flicking the flower hard enough to break it a bit "but if he's not and you want to tone down his masculinity then again definitely do" Risk chuckle at this shaking his head.