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George sat idly in his chair, turning a page every once in a while in the book he was reading.
It was a slow day in the flower shop, like usual. Since the shop wasn't anything particularily big, it didn't stand out too much, so it wasn't a suprise it didn't get much business. George didn't mind though, in fact, he liked the quiet. It gave him time to finish whatever book he was enveloped in that week, and he quite enjoyed it.
The peace was broken as the door slammed open, and a man around his age walked in.
"How do you say 'fuck you' in flowers?" he slammed 20 dollars down on the counter, which made george jump.
"Exc- excuse me?" George sat up in his chair, taking a good look at the man on the other side of the counter.
"How do I passive-aggressively say 'fuck you' in flowers?" His face was serious, with his brows furrowed and his mouth set in a straight line.
"I- well, give me a sec." George stood up, and grabbed a book off the shelf.
The man stared at him as he flipped through the pages. His hair was blonde, and he had intense green eyes that seemed to bore straight into him.
George pulled out a notebook and started to write something down,
"What's that about?" The man questioned, George looked at him
"A list." He raised his eyebrows,
"Very descriptive. A list of what?"
"Take a guess," George smirked, at him.
"Hmm, Groceries?" Wow, ok. George sighed,
"I'm making a list of what flowers you'll need to convey your 'message'. I think you'll need...." George looked down at his list, "Geraniums, Foxglove, Meadowsweet, Yellow carnations, and Orange lilies." He looked back up at the man, who had one arm leaning against the counter.
"Sounds festive."
George chuckled and walked around the counter, he passed through rows of bright colorful flowers with his pruning shears looking for what he needs.
"I don't think I've ever seen so many kinds of flowers at once." George jumped slightly as he hadn't realized the man was following him. A small smile tugged at his lips as he watched the man look around in awe.
"Have you never seen a garden before?" George chuckled a bit, as he noticed the man flush a little from his remark.
"Well, of course," He scoffed, "My mother had a garden when I was growing up." He seemed to soften a bit at the mention of his mother. Huh,
George grabbed the flowers and walked back over to the counter to put them in a bouqet.
"Uhm," george glanced at him, "If you don't mind me asking.. who are these flowers for exactly?"
"Oh my friend pissed me off," He chuckled, "and I may have always wanted to do this." George laughed,
"Hmm you might want to tell them what it means, or they might think you're just being kind."
"Oh, trust me. He'll know."
George raised an eyebrow,
"And how will you do that, exactly?" An evil grin appeared on the mans face,
"Well, I was just planning on saying it straight to his face." he looked at George, "Unless you have a better idea?" well...
"Oh, well i was thinking you could just attach a note to it," George thought for a moment, "that maybe doesn't say anything but, 'fuck you' in fancy embelished letters." The man laughed,
"Good idea, I think I'll just do that."
George laughed as he started to ring up the flowers, maybe he'd have to do that sometime.... his roomates are pretty annoying after all.
"Oh," george looked up, "Do you think I can get a name? For the uh, flowers?" The man smiled,
"Dream. Dream works." He leaned against the counter.
"Dream.." George repeated it as he typed the name into the computer. "And, I'm assuming that will be all?"
"Hmm.." Dream looked at him for a moment, "Yep, I think thats all. Thanks."
"No problem. Let me know how it goes," George paused, "Well if we see each other again that is." He laughed awkwardly. Dream smiled,
"For sure."