That was the first time they talked."Which do you like better?" he had asked as he approached the register, a cocky smile on his face, one hand holding daisies the other holding blue violets.Emma had smiled her best professional smile; ignoring the way her heart beat a little faster at his accent.
Are they for a special someone or a special occasion?
""Well they are for a special someone." he winked and Emma couldn't help it if her stomach did a somersault."Well what sort of flowers does she like?
""Uh…""Or he." Emma quickly supplied, hoping she hadn't offended him. "Because you two look good together." Emma rolled her eyes, Granny had an odd way of matchmaking. Emma was best friends with her granddaughter Ruby and had worked in her shop since she was a kid.
Emma thought he was trying to apologize for some mistake (a rather huge mistake, judging by the price tag).
He was either completely in love or an incredibly great boyfriend. His first visit in July he purchased long stemmed white roses.
And even if she had it wouldn't matter because he had a girlfriend. Every week he came in and carefully chose something different and unique. The idea came from those BTS pictures of the Christina Perri video with Colin in winter wear at a flower shop. Also on Tumblr.(Fixed the weird coding issue so now you can actually read it! And the fact that after five months of seeing him every Wednesday he was mysteriously absent wasn't a big deal. It's not like she had spent the morning humming and putting together a Christmas themed bouquet with holly, spruce pine, and red chrysanthemums, that she knew he would love. And, unlike some customers, this wasn't a standing order. The fact that one of those regulars was amazingly attractive, a shameless flirt with a sexy accent and ocean blue eyes that she could drown in was not a big deal. Granny's Flower Cart had a lot of customers and more than a few of them were regulars.She also thought the way he looked in a white t-shirt and jeans would have been enough for her to forgive him anything.But the next week he was back; his jet black hair gorgeously disheveled, his cheeks pink from a little too much sun.