roses. | eren x levi

roses. | eleven

"a dozen roses, please."

the man stood at my counter, my mind recalling the initial day he arose.

"okay, then." i said, leaving to get the roses. "how was yesterday?"

"good," mr. rose said succinctly. i peered up at him, but no sensation was powdered on his painting of a face.

"is there something wrong, mr. rose?"

"nothing at all, sorry for my bad mood. i'm very tired, woke up to a dozen alarms."

i tittered. "that's fine. we all have our off days."

i get a remarkably great scheme and keep my finger up while scrambling to the back and getting two additional roses.

"here. they're free of charge. to make your bad day a little bit better. that's why you give roses to people, yes?"

he beamed at me. "yeah, you're right. thanks."

he accepted the roses and gave me the money. "thank you, again. have a nice day."

mr. rose was a gerbera daisy. he made me jovial, he made everyone nearby him smiling, even if there was solely one of him.