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I walked down the street, passing multiple shops, as I huffed in frustration. I glanced at the shops which I passed, none of them being relevant to me, until finally I reached my destination, as the biting cold wind blew threw my clothes. I fixed my jacket roughly, stopping in front of the shop. It was a quaint, little place. The sign at the top read, 'The Flower Bucket,' in small but elegant lettering. Despite the foul mood I was in, the name of the shop brought a slight smile to my face.
Why was I in a foul mood? Because I got cheated on for the second time, by the same fucking person. I mentally beat myself up for it. The past 2 month's were the hardest, but here I was, in front of a flower shop so I could get back at the person who hurt me the most, in the kindest way possible.
I pushed open the door, as the sweet scent of flowers filled my nostrils. The shopkeeper immediately turned to face me, quickly getting up from her seat, "Hi, how may I help you?" she asked in a cheery voice. I sighed and walked towards the desk, and slammed some cash on the table, startling the girl.
"How do you passive-aggressively say fuck you in flower?" I asked, not bothering about my language. The girl looked taken aback, as she stared in surprise, "Um, I'm sorry?" she pardoned herself, giving me quizzical look. I looked up at her, cleary this time, taking in her features. She had rust coloured hair which lay loosely on her shoulders. Her skin was pale, and freckles dotted her skin, her nose currently scrunched up at my statement, while her blue eyes twinkled. She was pretty, really pretty.
"How...do you say...fuck you...in flower?"I asked her slowly, making sure that this time she caught my words, while resting my hands on the desk. The girl's face flushed as she nervously picked at the hem of her long-sleeved shirt. "W-well," she stuttered, "You could, um..." she trailed off, as she thought about it.
Her eyes lit up a second later, "Carnations and orange lilies!" she exclaimed. "Really?"I asked her, as she shook her head. "Not carnations in general, but yellow carnations in particular mean rejection," she explained, "And orange lilies stand for hatred."
"Perfect, I'll take those," I told her, nodding my head, as she wrote down an entry and accepted the cash I had slammed on the desk, and made her way out from behind the counter, and towards the flowers. I followed close behind, intrigued by her enthusiasm. "You seem quite happy for someone who has to arrange a bouquet which says, 'I fucking hate you,'" I tell her, as she chuckles. "It's not everyday a customer storms in and orders an I hate you bouquet," she states, as I smile at her.
Her small, but experienced, hands gently pick the flowers and place them neatly in a plastic cover. "Yeah, well I did get cheated on twice," I blurt out without thinking. 'Why would I say that?!' I yelled at myself internally. The girl's demeanor changed and her expression softened, "Oh, I-I'm really sorry—" she apologizes, cringing at her previous statement, as I shake my head. "No, it was a poor joke, my bad," I tell her quickly, blaming myself for making her feel bad. But then again, why would I tell a complete stranger about my love life? I barely even knew her, hell I didn't even know her name!
An awkward silence fell over us, as I stood and watched her as she packed it up, making sure everything was in place. She then turned to face me, a radiant smile on her face, "Here you go," she said, handing me the bouquet, "I added a few yellow roses in there. They stand for uselesness," she states simply, shrugging her shoulders, making me laugh.
"Oh, no, you didn't have to do that," I told her. "No one should ever have to go through heartbreak twice," she tells me quickly, stopping before she said something else. I felt the blood rush up to my face, as I shake her hand, "Thank you..." I tell her, as I squint my eyes looking for a nametag, "...Sadie," as I grin at the redhead.
"No problem..." her soft voice trailed off. "Y/N," I told her, as she nodded, "No problem, Y/N, it was nice meeting you," Sadie beamed, running her fingers through her hair. I gulped, looking down, hoping she wouldn't see my flushed face. "I, uh, I better get going," I informed her finally.
"Okay," she whispered, as I made my way out the door, "Good luck!" Sadie called out. "Thanks!" I called back, as I exited the shop in a much better mood than I was before.
