mr. rose arrived in with his beloved, pointing out wildflowers and susurrating words to her.
"what's your favorite flower?" he asked, making her giggle.
"oh, haven't i told you already? i adore tulips, they're gorgeous!" she replied, extending her gloved hand as she spoke.
gloves? it is summer, a clearly eccentric chance to use gloves. perhaps she is a germaphobe? she could possess some trauma or disorder that causes her to conceal her hands, or want to cover them. it could be a modest fashion statement for her.
she wasn't wearing them when i initially met her, i would've surely discerned it. what has befallen since then between the two? is it because of the betrothal she is wearing those? is there something amiss with her palms? is it a component of her culture?
mr. rose appears to admire her gloves, noticing how he's rubbing her hands a lot. or is that just because they are engaged? would he massage my knuckles like that?
maybe it is standard for a nearly espoused couple to touch hands. does mr. rose only marry those who wear gloves? does he prefer clean freaks?
maybe i should begin cleaning more. gloves are popular.
i realized that they both were staring at me, waiting for me to say something. i cleared my throat and nodded my head pleasantly at her.
"tulips? what a wonderful choice. i especially love a parrot tulip."
"oh, is that a tulip? i don't know my flowers well, i must assure you. it's a relief that my fiance has engaged in such a knowledgeable fellow."
"it's all in the work of a florist!"
i nonchalantly grinned and walked to the back, pretending to look for tulips.
she hummed, interlocking her arm with mr. rose and drumming her fingers on the table. i sighed and shut my eyes.
i would not provide her tulips.
she would not touch, smell, or even glimpse at a petal that descended from a tulip of mine. it was not within her many privileges.
how could i ever give mrs. rose anything of mine ever again? how could i ever smile at mrs. rose, understanding that i am so skillfully deteriorating for her fiance?
so i performed a role. i acted as if i was rummaging for tulips, and exited the back, looking morosely sympathetic.
"sorry, mrs. rose. i must've sold my last one to the customer before you!"
"well, they are so beautiful. i couldn't judge them for having such a great taste," she said with a smile.
"i couldn't either."
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roses. | eren x levi
Fanfictionmr. rose doesn't love eren. mr. rose just loves eren's roses. ❀❀❀ eren's life as a florist has been nothing but uneventful, and he likes it that way. ever since he disconnected himself from the only people in the world he knew, the only interaction...