Hazel's POV
Sarah starts drifting left, and I look over at the flower shop with lace curtains showing through the windows.
"Did we not go out for ice cream?" I ask.
She glances back, replying, "Yeah, but your grandpa got me thinking about plants, so, like, now we're out for plants."
She grins and pulls the door open, making a bell chime. Rather than going in herself, she waves for me to go first, and I accept the gesture, my eyes trailing along her wry smile, pulling me around to face her after passing in front. It's like a magnetic sort of thing, the way her blue eyes hold onto the molecules of mine. I know I don't know that much about her, but I know that she plays hockey, likes iced coffee, and is way too attractive for a real person. I now also know that she likes plants, and based on my currently fluttering state of mind, apparently that's a huge turn-on for me.
"So you're a plant person?" I say.
"Are you?"
"Not quite to the level of my gramps, but yeah."
"Yeah, you lowkey have cottagecore vibes," she comments.
She looks over my knee-length, floral dress with a frilled collar.
"Thanks for noticing," I say, twirling a little.
She grins even more as she watches me slow to a stop and straighten out my bangs.
"Now if you draw hearts on your cheeks and put blush on your nose, I'm gonna simp. I know it," Sarah says with a grin.
I laugh a little, and Sarah walks forward, admiring the flowers she passes by. A few steps in, she spins around, continuing to walk backwards while she talks to me.
"You got a favorite flower?"
"Daffodils."
"You had that answer ready."
"I've thought about this."
"Why daffodils?" she asks.
"Because they're pretty. I also just really like yellow."
She smiles at my giggle, but her face drops as a crunch sounds under her foot. On the floor, a bunch of chips lie around. I'm prepared to carry on past them, but Sarah says, "One sec," and steps away.
A moment later, she returns with a broom and a dustpan, and I stare, gawking, as she sweeps up the mess and sets the cleaning supplies aside.
"Why didn't you just let the employee know?" I ask.
"Customer service is hard enough without having to clean up after people."
I'm impressed, and it takes me a second to realize my mouth is still open.
"You work in customer service?" I ask.
"Sure do. You're looking at a part time employee at the Eastbank Hospital gift shop.
"Do you like it?"
"Lots of really emotional customers," she responds, "but other than that, I like it."
"I assume you're not very emotional."
"Not really," she admits. "But with some things I am."
"Like seeing chips on the ground?"
"And any movies about dogs," she adds.
I laugh at that, saying, "Those movies are so cliché."
"Hey, I have a dog, and I like to think he'd narrate a cheesy movie about the friendship between a dog and his owner for me."
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The Good Hair Family Sitcom
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