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The florist is busy cleaning the shop, before he suddenly hears a ring bell from the outside.
"Hey." Jayvyn waves his hand to the florist.
"Oh! You do come back! What can I help you? " asked Dhaluu, putting the brooms away then walks towards the guy.
"Well, nothing much. Just wanna hang out with you now, if you don't mind. " said Jayvyn as his hands are playing around with his sleeves.
(Never in his whole life, that he would be this nervous while talking to someone)
"It's fine, my friends aren't here now. Plus, there's not much of customers today, so maybe we could talk. "
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It's already 10 a.m.
Jayvyn hides his face on the table, let out a grunt. "Not much customers my ass. " mumbled the guy, looking at the cashier.
The florist seems tired dealing with a lot of customers, especially the old man who's been fussing around.
"I told you to send a rose to my wife, not this! " The old man throws the flowers on the florist's face. He couldn't dodge it because the old man three it so quickly.
"Fuck." He whispered. Lucky that the flowers didn't have any thorns on its.
"I expect better from this shop."
That's what the man said before walking out of the shop. Jayvyn who has been watching the whole thing, quickly rushes towards the florist.
"Hey, are you okay? Did you get hurt? " asked him, concerned. But what he receives is just a chuckle.
"Oh, I'm fine actually. This isn't my first time dealing with that kind of customers. The worse one that I had to deal is probably this woman who thought I was involved with her husband's plan. I don't really remember tho, but what I do remember is that she threw her high heels on my face."
"Ouch, that sounds hurt. "
Dhaluu smiles softly. "It does. And you know this scar? Yeah, that's how I got it." He then proceeds to show the scar that has been covered by his strand of hair.
"I think I already done with my work, so what do you want to talk now? " The florist asked, taking off his apron.
"Well uhh, nevermind! Forget about it, I'll see you around! " Without waiting for Dhaluu to respond, Jayvyn runs out from the shop; leaving the florist to stand there, dumbfound.
"That's weird. "
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"You fucking leave him??! " shouted both Uthman and Nadia, as one of them is hitting the table.
The other customers are now looking at them, confused or annoyed. Realizing that they are being too loud, decide to talk about it outside the bakery.
"But still, why would you leave him tho? " asked Nadia, unsatisfied with Jayvyn.
"Look! I was nervous whenever I tried to talk with him okay?! " Now it's Jayvyn's turn to shout, hiding his red face from the other two.
"You are such a pussy, bro. " said Uthman, shaking his head.
"Uthman, you are also like this when you tried to confess to me. "
"Shut up. "
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"Hey, Dhaluu. "
Zheng comes in with a bouquet of chrysanthemums on his hand. He then gives it to Dhaluu, who is still confused with what just happened.
First, Jayvyn being acting weird. Now, this?
"Actually, this isn't mine actually. Found this on the outside of the shop. "
...
"Okay, this is getting out of control. Who the hell gives these flowers? The shop would get fucking full if this piece of shit still continues sending me flowers. "
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𝟒:𝐄𝐧𝐝
𝐀/𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:
Oh no.
My story is starting to get weird. My grammar is...
