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The soft rays of sunshine gently carassed the white counters of the shop as all the flowers seemed to grow towards it, attracted to the light.
Just like I am to you.
A certain costumer thought, a faint smile on his cheeks as he gazed at her hair, her golden locks that resembled the lovely daffodil that rested on the table top, wrapped in a satin ribbon. Golden and seemingly glowing with light that looked like it was from heaven.
His fiery eyes contrasted her sea blue eyes, her quiet humming filling the room as her slender fingers gently caressed its petals, morning dew dripping down onto her fingers, a mezmerising sight to behold.
I wonder how her fingers would feel agaisnt my skin-
Stop it! Get ahold of yourself, you sound like a creep!
He was snapped out of his thoughts by the light, yet firm voice that was pleasing to the ears. "Hey Diluc?"
Ah, shit- Did I not hear her?
He turned to look at her, unable to suppress his feelings as the corners of his lips twitched. From her slender, yet strong figure, to her unwavering passion, how could any man not fall for her?
Stay calm, stay calm.
His voice came out unnaturally bright, as an awkward smile graced his face, "Ah, thanks Jean, are they done?"
He asked, cringing at himself, as Jean simply laughed, as he felt his cheeks heat up, quickly disguising it with a cough as he took a moment to compose himself.
Darn it. Even her laugh is perfect isn't it?
She nudged him, handing the bouquet of roses to him, her eyes sparkling, "Who's the lucky girl?"
"It's a secret."
He mumbled, taking the bouquet as he simply smiled. A genuine one as he handed her his coins, as their hands brushed agaisnt each other's, his face turning red as Jean chuckled.
"Somehow I'm not convinced you'll give it to a girl."
Oh no. Does she know?
He tried to put on a tough front, smirking, his thoughts conflicting each other. "Why not?"
She paused for a moment, lightheartedly laughing, her bright smile lighting up the room. "No reason."
He couldn't help but smile, as he stood up, slightly bowing down to her, awkwardly tilting his body, his voice coming out softer than usual.
"Thanks, I'll see you arround."
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He had gotten home, staring at the untouched flowers rested on the dinner table, as he buried his head in his arms, unsure of what to do.
"Ah, damn it. Aren't I just a hopeless romantic?"
"Buying flowers I don't even need just to see her?"
He muttered, letting out an exasperated sigh, as he gently took them out of the bouquet, placing them inside a vase, a slip of paper falling out of the bundle.
"Huh?"
His heart felt like it was going to stop as he saw the familiar handwriting on it, with multiple numbers on it.
A phone number?
On the very bottom of the piece of parchment paper, there a phrase that read,
'If you ever feel like going on a date- Hit me up.'