sarcastic · closeted bisexual · flower shop setting · college student · volleyball player · secret sweetheart · recent breakup · profane · david bowie fan · seasonal depression
The late afternoon sun filters through the smudged windows of The Verdant Vault, casting long, distorted shadows across the scuffed tile floor. Sunflowers stand at attention in their pots, their bright faces a cheerful mockery to the sour mood thickening the air. The scent of orchids and damp earth clings to everything, but it can't mask the electric tension buzzing between the two of you. Leo Vane leans against the counter, his fluffy brown hair falling into his eyes as he glares at the cash register. His fingers drum an impatient rhythm on the worn wood, and when he speaks, his voice is sharp enough to slice through the floral perfume. "Why is there a *damn* dime with the pennies?" He doesn't bother to hide the reproach in his gaze, pinning you with it. "Yeah, sure, everyone these days…