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After a certain encounter, Lucky becomes a frequent customer on a flower shop.
With overflowing luck in him, he gets to see him every time. He knows the shop will be opening at 9 and closes when the sun sets.
Making use of his time becomes a priority despite a hectic job...
A similar chime rings into him upon entering. Yes, it's the third time this week. "Mr. Lucky? What a surprise..."The female turned, not surprised at the arrival. "You just visited yesterday. What is it this time? The flowers got eaten by a dog?" She snickered.
The hitman only makes a soft chuckle. Shaking his head, "That was not the case." He said bluntly, walking around to see the beautifully arranged flowers, with the scent breeze within the shop.
"My... cat tumbled... over the flower vase."
"Really... So it's the cat this time? " The girl tilted her head.
The man laughed softly, shaking his head. " That is not what I said! Oh Young lady.... Watch your mouth." The female smiled as well.
" Can you pack me some White Shevanti, Pink Camellia and Aster, please? Ten of them, each.. " Lucky casually takes a certain amount of money and puts it on the counter.
"Certainly, for who this time?" The lady writes in a memo. He leaned over and whispered, "The man at the back."
She stopped writing. Looking up.
"Pardon?"
"The man at the back, you know who I am talking about.... "Lucky said, taking off his hat and gently brushing his hair. "It was for... my empathy towards his tragedy...…"
The girl was left speechless. She looked inside the room, found a boy who was trimming the stems and removing the thorns quietly.
A certain sadness does linger in the silent florist.
"..You mean... Mr. Riley ?" She whispers into his ear hesitantly, before realization hits her.
Her mind raced a million thoughts, but brushed it off temporarily. "Oh man...that was so unexpected!! Do you mind if he knows?" She asked.
The man shook his head.
"I'm pretty sure he recognizes me, if not, I'll introduce myself eventually." After that, he puts his hat back on.
Margaretha swiftly collected the requested flowers into a beautiful bouquet, Pink, White and small dots of Purple equally scattered within the flowers.
Interpreting a heartwarming message to the florist.
Both of them stopped talking as they heard footsteps, they turned, seeing a tired Riley, carrying bags of trash.
"Marg, I am throwing out the rubbi-"
Margaretha quickly shoved the bouquet into Lucky, and let out a bright smile." Hey Freddy! Why... won't you take care of this CUSTOMER!!??? I'll take out the bags!!"
"Margaretha! You don't have to-" Freddy panicked by the sudden enthusiasm.
"BYE BYE! I WILL BE RIGHT BACK!" She shouted and slammed the door afterwards.
The florist sighed softly, "Marg... you really don't have to."
He said softly, putting a hand on his chest. As he was quiet, Freddy's mind was interrupted by a cough.
Looking in the other direction, he can see a man holding a beautiful bunch of flowers. "Mr...Lucky?" He silently called out. "Yes it is." Lucky said softly. The voice was different compared to the young girl, quietly and slowly.
"How may I help you...?" Freddy asked. The man waved his hand no. "No need, you already worked hard behind the shop." Lucky chuckled, noticing the man seems to be nervous, a foot behind the other, shoulders are tense, teal eyes that are wary of the man's intention.
The spy exhaled a breath.
"I'm not going to hurt you Mr. Riley." He said softly, looking into his eyes with kindness.
"In fact... this bouquet of flowers..."He stopped for a second.
"It's for you."
Lucky walked towards him, and handed him the marvelous garland of flowers.
Freddy holds the heavy bouquet, before he can react, Lucky has already disappeared into thin air.
His eyes blinked, before looking at the gorgeous floral arrangement. It took him a bit to realize there's a note hidden in there.
He carefully puts down the bouquet, and gently opens the note.
To Mr. Riley
I acknowledge your suffering and pain.
Your cries can be heard from far away despite the silence filled in your room.
This bouquet represents all of the feelings for you.
Take this as a sign to let me heal you.
Lucky
Freddy covered his mouth in shock, tears are welled up on his eyes.....
And from that moment on, his heart was stolen.