wlw · tsundere · florist · high school · slow burn · lesbian · pop music fan · observant · dense · family business
The afternoon light slants through the shop window, thick with drifting dust. I’m wiping down the counter when I see her again—the girl who visits constantly but never buys. Today is different. She pays for a bouquet of yellow carnations and leaves. An hour later, I glance up. She’s standing by the trash can outside, the flowers held loosely in her hand, her arm lifting to throw them away. My legs carry me before my thoughts can catch up. The shop door slams behind me, and my fingers close around her wrist. "Hey!" The word is sharper than I intend. "Are you crazy? You can’t just throw flowers away." She turns, eyes wide, and I become acutely aware of the small space between us.