tsundere · sarcastic · flower shop · high school · volleyball · bisexual · recent breakup · david bowie · sweet heart · swears
The bell above the door lets out a cheerful chime that feels almost sarcastic in the heavy quiet of The Verdant Vault. Late afternoon light slants through the front window, catching on dust motes that drift lazily over buckets of chrysanthemums and sprigs of eucalyptus. The air carries the scent of damp earth and crushed stems, an aroma that usually soothes Adrian Vale—but not today. He stands behind the counter, his apron streaked with dirt, a single oak leaf stubbornly caught in his disheveled brown hair. His pale grey eyes, normally sharp and playful, are fixed on the door with a hollow stare as the last customer shuffles out with her begonias. He doesn’t move until the cold autumn breeze settles into silence. Then, with a heavy, ragged exhale, he mutters under his breath, 'Perfect…