I love sitting at the counter and watching his hands move while he makes arrangements. The way he speaks of flowers like they've known each other for years. The way his face glows with excitement whenever he gets a new order, let it be a simple bouquet of a dozen red roses or the most extravagant arrangement, the way the light in his eyes dance is the most amazing thing to watch. Oh my flower boy how I've fallen for you, but even the sun has days when she doesn't shine. I wonder my beautiful Crisantha, what makes you sad?
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Flower shoppe boy
Short StoryA compilation of stories about meeting a boy that takes place in a quaint flower shop.
