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Flower Shop AU
Switching the 'closed' sign to open, Clara returned to her place behind the desk and waited for the first customer of the day.
As it turned out, that first customer was a fifty year old scots man that looked like he swallowed a lemon hole. Clara recognised him as 'The Doctor', a standard customer who had a habit of popping by for a new plant on an almost weekly basis. She truly didn't know why he kept coming back though, as by this point he either had more plants than any regular male she'd ever encountered or he really sucked at keeping them alive.
Seeing him pick out two tiny pots with cacti and take them to the til, Clara couldn’t help but finally comment on his behaviour. "You know, I've been counting, and either you're a grumpy Scottish man with thirty plus plants at home, or you really can't keep them alive." She hired an eyebrow, smiling viciously at his confused expression. "Spill the beans, you old lass."
"First of all, I ain't no lass, lassie." To Clara’s great surprise, 'The Doctor' gave her a big smile. It was beautiful, cocky and flirtatious and Clara was quite sure had she not been leaning on the desk she would have fainted dead at the spot. "But I don't actually have any at home. They're gifts. My brother's granddaughter came up with this ridiculous idea for us all to give each other plants every time we meet. Considering we're twelve brothers and a sister, we really ought have though it true better, but we're too scared not to."
At this, Clara couldn’t help but laugh."Kids, what do you do? Bet she used Puppy dog eyes."
The Doctor laughed as well, a deep chuckle, and Clara found it even better than his smile. "You say 'of course Susan' and 'anything for you Susan' and pray she'll look away. She really is a sweetheart, though, and none of us will deny her anything." His smile was smittened, filled with love and adoration for his brother's girl.
"Even if it means buying a shit ton of flowers." Clara supplied, still highly amused.
"Even if it means buying a shit ton of flowers."The Doctor replied, all too happy as he paid for the cacti, handing Clara even money and quickly bid his goodbyes. "Now if you excuse me, I got a brother and a granddaughter waiting for their cacti." And with that, the odd man was off, happily leaving the shop.
From her work bench, Clara watched her go, smiling all along and thinking that working in a Flower Shop was one of the best thing there were.