Evans POV:
My name is Evan Hansen. I'm a very shy boy with a lot of anxiety, and I work in a flower shop in a mall. The flower shop is very modern-looking. The walls were a light peach color and the counters had a nice brown/grey color, with a wood texture. The shop was very organized, very clean. Plants were hanging from the ceiling, and were displayed in ordinary dark red pots.
The one thing I didn't like doing in the shop was interacting with the costumers. I couldn't get through a sentence without stuttering at least once. Although, hardly any people would go into the shop. Until today.....
..::🌿::..
I heard the bell ring, it would ring anytime someone would come trough the shop. The person that went through the shop was a male, he was wearing a black sweater with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and some black skinny jeans. He had brown hair, which seemed to have a tiny bit of a red color, that would glow gold in the sun. It also seemed like he had huge bags under his eyes.
He was walking around with what seemed to be a camera. He was taking a few photos of the most prettiest and most detailed flowers that we sold. He seemed a little familiar, looked like the guy who worked in the tattoo shop straight across from the flower shop.
"W-what kind of flowers are you looking for?" I asked.
"None of your fucking b-". He didn't seem to finish the sentence once he looked at me.
"Business......." He sad in a softer voice. He seemed to have dark blue eyes, very pretty.
"Never mind." He said.
Then the boy walked off.
"What'd I miss?" Jared asked. Jared is one of the nose annoying kids I know. Our parents think we're friends, but all he does is tease me and making fun of me because he thinks I'm gay.
Which...
It's not like I'm not.
Never mind, I don't even want to talk about Jared anymore. "Your chance of having a friend for once." I said sternly. He looked at me and chuckled, then walked back into the break room, which included a small TV and a mini-fridge with some expired snacks and some Bathbombs.
I remember that boy, I know it.
Connor, was it? Him and his sister work across from our shop, not a lot of people go to their shop.
I go back to the counter and grab my notepad that was sitting across from a cup with a bunch of flower pens.
I started to draw some doodles of trees and nature, which are things I love.
I wonder if I'll see him again
Well...
Probably not.
It's not like he'll want to see me.
I wouldn't want to see me either.
..::a/n::..
So, now I have 2 books I gotta keep track of, which... For me, not much of a problem for now. If it does become a problem though, I'll leave this book on hold.
