Flower shop keeper during the day, closeted gay at night.
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Running a flower shop with your older brother already sounds like a bad idea, but hiring probably one of the hottest man alive to work alongside with... is even worse, or better? One thing is worse for sure, and that's falling for your coworker, how embarrassing. Will Tobias keep his feels in silence, or will he wrap some flowers for their first date? Read to find out.
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Arlin- 25 year old failed culinary chef, owner of The Flower Shop. He should consider being an elementary school teacher since he works with whiny kids.
Tobias- 21 year old high school dropout, hardworking sleeper. Works alongside his older brother, Arlin.
Isadora- 21 year old lesbian flower delivery girl, don't let her job fool you, she'll knock you senseless.
Andry- 22 year old new addition to the crew, and a new addition to Tobias's heart. Does not know anything about flowers but yet applies to a flower shop, weirdo.
[Slow updates, sorry]
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⋆┈┈。゚❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
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He'd never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she'd say every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other.
She'd never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find that, whether he likes it or not.
It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites.
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"You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing.
He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl.
He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away.
"You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering.
"I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk.
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