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Ten - Valerio

Ten - Valerio

First stop, Renee's flower shop, now I wish I had asked for the name of the shop. The route would have been a lot easier to get a hold of. I rush down the stairs, skipping one or two along the way, and jump at three. I flew like a skater and exited the apartment like a cunning fox. I start walking, skimming through shops that seem to catch my eye but postpone for later. When my mind motions me to start running, I spot the sneakers I have been wanting to purchase. It's on sale and for a discount. Unfortunately, not today.

I hasten through the streets, not paying attention to all the "HEY!"s and "WATCH OUT MATE!" Although I think I misheard the 'mate'. I almost bumped into a young adult walking their dog, but slowed down my pace and waved at the dog. The dog barked at me- "He likes you," The young adult mentions and before I could let the person glance at my face, I started to jog. The pros of running down the streets are that no one can stop you for an autograph or any extra queries because I am too fast for them to get a hold of my handsome face.

Yeah, I said it - you don't need to have looks to make music, you need to have personality. My legs come to a halt, and right in front of me is the red traffic signal. Cars are more in a hurry than I am today. A yellow cab had hailed down a few inches away from the crossing road, as the driver rolled down his windows. "Would you like a ride sir?" I can't believe this is happening.

When I want a taxi, no one is willing to stop, and when I don't want one - I get a ride. I try to be as nice as possible, but I say "No thank you." To my luck, the traffic had shone green, and I began crossing the road. Now once I reach the other side, I don't know where to go. Left, or right? This is an inner conflict. I repeat the question in my head and the first answer is left, so I take a left.

This time I decided to walk, I don't want to miss the shop. A few meters away from me is a flower shop. Is that the one?

Without hesitation, I dart towards the shop. I found it, I found it! However, I don't see the grand hall, where the family party was located. It's not even a few yards away, that's weird. I cup my face and peek at the glass window, My eyes can't examine the area so I breath into the glass and wipe the place with my hands. There, it's clearer. My eyes search through, but there's no one inside. I try to remember how Renee's looked like:

That night, there were fairy lights decorating the walls. She had flower baskets near the counter, I heard the sound of the wind chimes when I entered. I spot my sister, but I can't seem to gather what was behind her. Renee looked gorgeous that night, and I can't seem to gather what was behind her either. There were flower crowns hanging on the glass doors, so the audience could see what the shop looked like. Each vase had specified flowers, and I only recognized baby breaths, lavenders, and the bouquet Luna was holding.

When I open my eyes, there's someone right in front of my eyes, and I yelp. The man inside laughs. He motions me to come in, so I do. When I opened the door, there was no wind chime but a bell rang. It notifies him that there are customers. "You seemed to be meditating by my flowers," He told me, whilst making himself comfortable by the stool. "Is there anything I can do for you sir," He's looking for something? But his voice is hoarse like he just woke up from the bed. "Er, I was looking for a friend, she too is a florist." I give in, my voice being as stable as possible.

He looks like he's in his fifties, but is neat. He has shaved, and his eyes show that I have been mistaken. He's wearing an oversized jumper that is tucked into his trousers. "My daughter is also a florist," The man mumbles proudly under his breath. "Sorry?" I asked him, I couldn't hear what he was trying to say. He had settled himself by the stool and looked away from the flowers. "I don't work here, The man who works here is a friend of mine and has left to get some change for the flowers I purchased." He explained, pointing at the pair of daisies at the counter. His voice sounds more clearer now.

I scratch my neck: "Oh, I apologize, I shall get going then." I excuse myself as the man smiles fondly at me. Before I leave the door closed, "Thank you," I say, and walk out the door.

That was a false alarm. I look left and right and continue going in the same path I began with. I start to pace up. I think I realized how Renee is already one of my priorities. Right now, my goal is to find her and I don't care if it takes all day, because I believe I will.