Solangelo fluff one shots

Flowers & Ink

K so I found this on Pinterest and thought it was adorable so I'm going to do it (But not switch them, I feel like Will has to be a florist😂) also kind of an AU where will has anxiety.

Trigger warning; Anxiety, self harm, low self esteem

Will's POV

"Thanks for shopping here, have a good day!" I said for the umpteenth time today. Man, he chose some really ugly flowers, why do we even have those in stock? My thoughts were interrupted by the clock on the back counter; time to close up, finally. It was early July, a few days after the 4th (independence day for those not in the US). Closing shop was always fun for me, because if I timed it right, i could see that hot boy who normally closes for the tattoo shop next door. Ironic, I know. Who the flip thought it was a good idea to put a tattoo shop next to a flower shop?
I almost forgot about the boy until I was walking to my car, and he walked straight in to me.
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you," he said, laughing while he spoke. Holy gods, his voice; it was higher than I thought it would be, and he has a slight accent. Some type of European? And he's more attractive up close, good grief his eyes are gorgeous.
"Uhm, yeah sorry, just uh closing up," I said dumbly. He knows I'm closing up, I'm holding keys AND he sees me leave every other day.
"Nice," he said awkwardly, which then made me cringe. I'm why he doesn't know what to reply. "I'm just gonna... go," He said, making me feel even more dumb than before.
"O-okay, uhmmm bye," I then replied, making everything worse. Bye? I don't even know him! Why did I have to make things so awkward? Gods, I just want to go home and forget. I got in my car and drove home, not forgetting the incident like I hoped I would.

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Keep it together, Will. It's just a piece of paper, why am I so nervous? What if he's actually behind the counter, that would be so awkward. I pace back and forth between my flower shop and the tattoo shop, a piece of paper in my hands that said, 'To the short boy with black hair, want to go out for coffee sometime? -Will, the florist next door,' And my phone number on it. I mean the worst that can happen is he doesn't text me and we always remain awkward strangers who pass each other every day to our cars. I finally cleared my mind enough to walk in, and it was oddly different in there then I thought it would be. Some old rock band was playing semi-quiet somewhere, probably the ramones or something. It's brighter than I thought it would be, too. There are several salt lamps sitting around, along with a couple of plants. I walk up to the front counter, which was deserted except for a little bell probably intended to call someone over. I place the piece of paper on the counter and shuffle out of the shop, heart pounding. I guess that's it, I can go back to working now. Throughout my entire shift, I couldn't help but check my phone every 5 minutes. No reply by the time I'm heading home, but thank god I didn't run into him while closing. My shift ends early on Sundays, and I'm pretty sure he stays longer than me. I head home, practically chewing my fingers off, but I still don't have a text from anyone when I get there. I mean, I don't know when his shift is over. Or if he even has a shift today. Would you call that a shift, or is he expected at set times? What if he wasn't there the entire day and now the others who work there'll tease him? Maybe they just left the note on the counter, you can only see that it's to him on the front since everything else was folded over. I doubt they left it alone, though. So I guess I'll just have to wait and see- my phone dings before I can finish my thoughts. I race across my room to where I left my phone and opened it. It read