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Walking into the store, Nightmare smiled. Just by looking around you can tell that this is a lovely place to be, soft pastel purple walls with shelves that are filled to the brim with plants (some hanging from the ceiling as well), and the dark wooden polished floor that contrasts perfectly with the wall color.
In the middle of the room is a table filled with all different types of flowers ranging in sizes and colors. A few feet away from the table, is a counter with a register. Behind the counter was him.
He was so pretty, so beautiful, so kind, Nightmare had thought to himself. Who was this he that Nightmare is talking about? That would be someone under the name of Cross, of course. Cross owned the small flower shop, just around a block away from Nightmares apartment.
Cross was a white-boned skeleton, unlike Nightmare. He typically wore black and white clothes underneath his dark purple apron, though sometimes he would add a bit of color to his outfits whenever he was feeling especially happy (today being one of those days).
Nightmare had once noticed that he would sometimes paint the tips of his phalanges with different colors to correlate with his outfits. Cute, Nightmare had thought.
Looking around at the different types of flowers, Nightmare had settled on one. This type of flower was a dark blue, beautiful Siberian Iris. Picking up the flower and a small bag of soil, he walked up to the counter where Cross was standing and waiting for him.
"A new flower to add to your little garden?" Cross had asked.
Nightmare nods his head, lightly blushing. "Yup, I think it matches with the rest."
"From what I remember you buying before, I think I would agree." Cross smiles.
Nightmare smiles back and looks away to grab his wallet out of his pocket, knowing exactly how much to pay. As he does so, Cross grabs the bag of soil and puts it into a paper bag with handles, slipping in a thin piece of paper with it.
Nightmare then hands Cross the cash and grabs the soil and the flower, waving goodbye as he leaves out the door. Cross giggles lightly and waves back.
When Nightmare gets home, grabs the soil out of the paper bag to go plant his new flower. As he grabs out the soil his phalanges brush against a piece of paper. Confused, he grabs the paper and reads it.
'xxx-xxx-xxxx call me! -Cross'
He smiles happily, definitely going to do so after he finishes planting his flower.