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Monday:
Logan would say his days are carried out in a relatively peaceful manner. You know, he goes about the regular schedule that most people do. He wakes up, waters all the plants in the house(very standard, Logan, definitely), he eats, then he works. It's nice, and it keeps him from going a little insane while stuck with a ton of flowers and a shop that isn't filled with too many people.
The flower shop—no, he has not watered all the flowers in said shop. There are too many for him to do it right now, he does it after closing—he works at isn't the busiest place, but it does well. Around twelve people have walked in by the afternoon. Besides, he wouldn't give up on it in any case where he has the choice. His grandparents left it to him. He does have a moral compass, and relatively likes being an objectively good person. Call it sentimentality, call it human decency. Whichever works.
Anyways, on the topic of how busy it is(or rather, how it isn't), Logan does tend to have a book on hand to read while he sits in silence at the counter. There's lots of studies on things to do with astronomy, and he'll read practically anything that's a reliable source of information and not a university textbook.
So, maybe not the greatest thing that he could be doing when he heard the aggressive hand slamming against the counter. "How do you passive aggressively say fuck you in flowers?"
To his credit, he looked up from the twenty dollars on the counter almost immediately(being startled is definitely the reason for the fact that his reaction time wasn't drastically slow).
The guy in front of him has brown hair and quite nice eyes. Dark brown, sharp, intense. Logan doesn't quite have the vocabulary for describing hot guys despite having read one too many books on things to do with astronomy, planets, and the like, if he's being honest. Maybe he should pick up more romance books, something with more flowery prose than scientific things.
Logan doesn't have is a good reaction time. Unless he's basically been jump scared(read: earlier), he's not too quick to react. He'll work on it. Regardless, he's probably been looking at the guy for a good five seconds. It makes him want to die of embarrassment. Instead of actually getting to die of embarrassment, he gives the guy a confused look instead of the usual obligatory polite smile with an "Of course, anything else?"
Logan pauses for yet another second before finally questioning, "...What could you possibly want that for?"
"My sister's boyfriend?" The guy offers hopelessly, looking slightly sheepish after asking, to his credit.
"Huh," is all Logan replies with. He has no idea what to think of this interaction in the moment it's happening, and he doubts retrospective will do him much better. "Uh, what kind of fuck you is it supposed to be? Just...everything humanly possible?"
The guy shrugs in half-answer, and Logan is pretty sure that's all that he's going to get for a response until he says, "I mean, as rude as possible, yeah."
"Well, I'd say yellow carnations for disappointment, orange lilies for hatred, meadowsweet for uselessness," Logan started, looking back at the flowers. "Foxglove for insecurity, and geraniums for stupidity. Seems good enough of a 'fuck you' to me."
"You know a lot about flowers." The guy muses, cocking his head to the side as he looks at the flowers over Logan's shoulder with curiosity.
Logan shrugs, similarly to how this guy had moments ago. "Kind of my job."
"That..." The guy pauses. "does make sense."
"So," Logan begins, actually doing the job in question at this point, gathering the flowers up into a bouquet as he asks, "Why do you hate your sister's boyfriend so much?"
The guy, for once, seems like he's going to think of a proper answer rather than more casual, less than five word replies. The best Logan can say on the matter is that he gives more than a sentence of a reply, saying, "I honestly can't tell you a reason. i just...do."
"Well, here you go." Logan holds out the bouquet of flowers, using his free hand to slip the twenty dollars into the register.
"Thanks."
Tuesday:
So, apparently, getting a bouquet of "fuck you" flowers for your sister's boyfriend when your sister has studied floristry out of pure and utter boredom, and too much free time—stupid, Tyler is really stupid—is a particularly bad idea. So, now, a day afterwards, Tyler has to go back to the flower shop—honestly, Taylor's going to kill his reputation—to get a "forgiveness" bouquet, or whatever dumb flowers Taylor wants.
(He has now been given a list by her of the specific flowers he's to get, since, according to her, he doesn't know how to not be a bitch. Ugh. Twin sisters were so obnoxious sometimes. Can't a man give a perfectly nice guy some rude flowers of all things? Better than a note version of a shovel talk or some bullshit...)
The door swung open with a simple ring of the bell, and that stupidly attractive boy from yesterday looks up from a book. Tyler couldn't tell whether it was the same book or not, but he'd guess it was. Did people read whole books overnight? Wait, that's stupid, they don't necessarily have to read the whole thing in one night and—this is a dumb thought process, Tyler. Focus.
"Okay, so this time is a sorry bouquet?" Tyler crossed his arms, feeling a bit flustered. He can feel it on his face. He's literally going to kill someone(see: Taylor) if Taylor puts him through this process again. Though, he's also got a feeling that Taylor will not let him free of torment any time soon if she has her way. And that's why he'll never be bringing up the fact that the employee here is hot. "Courtesy of my sister, of course."
"Does your previously mentioned sister know what specific flowers can mean, or am I coming up with the assortment?" The pretty florist asks drily, seemingly slightly entertained by the idea.
"Yes," Tyler huffs in answer, pulling out a piece of paper from his pocket and sliding it across the counter like they do in soap operas and other types of movies and shows.
The florist takes the list in his hands pretty quickly, looking it over with intrigue as he asks, "So, who's the lovely, lovely man who's going to become a daily at this point?"
Tyler offers him a scowl, even if he wasn't really paying attention to Tyler's expressions at the moment. Tyler was just being bitchy, in his usual constant state of annoyance with everybody. "Tyler."
"Logan," the florist—Logan, Tyler reminds himself in his head, now that he has a name to the pretty boy face—answers in turn as he gathers up flowers like yesterday. "Gonna be another aggressively slapped down bill today, or are we feeling like card?"
"Uh, card, I guess," Tyler says as his eyes trail on the assortments of flowers Logan is pulling from. He was pretty sure the one in his hand right now was called a hyacinth. Pretty blue shade.
"These ones are my favorite," Logan randomly starts, gesturing to the blue hyacinths before holding out a finished bouquet to Tyler. "They're my favorite color, and I like hyacinths cause of that one Greek myth. Myths associated with constellations are the best ones though."
"The flowers are pretty," Tyler concedes as he takes the flowers, and the list as Logan gives it back to him. He pulls out his card to pay, Logan turning over the tap machine.
"See you tomorrow," Logan snarks as Tyler walks away, and maybe Tyler snickers slightly.
Wednesday:
"Again?" This is the third day in a row Logan has seen Tyler walk into the shop. Though, at least he wasn't reading this time. Watering flowers instead, because, yes, he does actually do his job while he's in this place. Shocker.
"My sister really likes flowers," Tyler excuses as he walks up to the counter, leaning on it slightly with a look of irritation. Logan has noticed over the three days he's known this man, he tends to have a scowl, frown, or any look adjacent of total annoyance.
"And what message is she getting across today?" Logan asks, slightly curious about following the entire story about Tyler's sister and her boyfriend. It was pretty entertaining to think about in his mind.
"...Love," Tyler answers, scoffing along with his own resigned words.
Logan gives a light laugh, setting the watering can down by a flower pot. "And what, pray tell, do you have against that?"
"It's cliche?" Tyler answers. His tone sounds somewhat questioning, but it's vastly more of an "Isn't it obvious?" tone. Which, thinking that in itself, is very cliche, but Logan supposes the whole "I hate love and I probably act all depressed and/or mad on Valentine's day" thing is pretty fitting of Tyler. Which, might be an insult if it's said out loud. Maybe he'll keep the thought to himself.
"Hmm," Logan acknowledges in a hum, not really saying anything proper in reply.
Tyler groans dramatically. Logan honestly finds it a little endearing how dramatic somebody who acted so annoyed all the time could be. They seemed to be traits that went along with people often enough, though. "C'mon, that is the most vague response possible."
"I just disagree," Logan shrugs. It was a very cliche rom com thing to say, he'd admit. He'd watched a romance movie yesterday after thinking about how he should interact with the genre more. Bad decision, it'd influenced him, apparently. "So, you got a list for me again?"
"Yes," Tyler sighs(yet again over dramatically. Tyler would never admit it, but Logan's now very sure he's a drama queen. He'd bet on it, and he's also certain that Tyler's sister would prove him right if he ever meets her), handing over the list of flowers on a little piece of paper. The aforementioned sister had (presumedly) doodled on it with a little smiley face in red marker on the corner above the list. Yellow tulips, red camellias, red roses, pink heart bleeding flowers, daisies, pink peonies, and red peonies.
"That's certainly a list," Logan muses as he reads over it, a little amused as he registers in his head what the flowers meant along with each one. This sister must be quite the romantic for the boyfriend of hers to get these flowers. Logan wondered if they'd have been dating for longer than the recently dating guess he'd had before.
"I swear, if she gives those to her boyfriend," Tyler mutters murderously, not even bothering to finish his threat properly as he glared at the flowers while Logan's entertainment with the situation increased and increased.
Logan huffs out a laugh, assorting the plethora of reddish colors to make it slightly easier on the eyes as he shoots a sidelong glance to Tyler. "Well, they certainly seem like lovey dovey flowers. I doubt that they're meant for a love confession to some friend of hers rather than her boyfriend, but you can hope for whatever makes you happy."
"I hate my life," Tyler complains as he grabs the flowers from Logan, and gives another aggressive twenty dollar bill to the counter rather than Logan.
Thursday:
Despite himself, Tyler does like the stupid little conversations with Logan while Taylor forced him to go to the flower shop. So, the next day, when she didn't, that meant no talking with the pretty boy anymore. However much he would not admit it, maybe he'd have planned to spend a whole week going there and eventually flirting with Logan like some really badly written movie.
He does tell himself he's not going to go the flower shop again, that the urge to will go away.
In the end, solely to annoy him, with a grin on her face, Taylor asks him to go again(whether this worked out well or not was undetermined, he refuses to admit wanting anything to do with the flowers or the boy who sold them. He was not at all grateful at the excuse to continue becoming a daily customer at this flower shop.)
"Hi," Tyler says simply, somewhat unable to make proper conversation to Logan when he's kind of realized this morning that he might have a little crush on this florist. Seriously, a florist? What even is his taste?
"You look different when you aren't scowling," Logan notes pretty quickly, typical with the sarcastic comments during conversation here. Tyler's eyes are focused on the ground as much as they can be, glaring at it like it's his fault he's so quick to form a stupid little crush.
"Yeah, whatever," Tyler says, trying to brush off the teasing and probably failing badly at it. "I have another list for you."
Logan laughing, however smally it was, makes Tyler both want to hear it again like he'd heard it yesterday and now too, and—due to this fact—makes him want to kill someone. (His sister's boyfriend would be his first pick for such a high honor. Ben Clark is too nice, and it annoys him. He might be a little overprotective of Taylor too, but whatever.)
"And this is a bouquet for...?" Logan questions, trailing off at the end of the question with curiosity in his tone.
"My sister's friend," Tyler grumbles in response, repeating the same familiar process of handing over a list of flowers to Logan. "Apparently she really wants to give the girl some flowers for an awareness day of this thing. It's called...hyperacusis, if I remember right. Yeah, that's it. Awareness day is every last Friday of September, so, tomorrow."
"Well, that's nice, I guess," Logan says, head down as he shuffles through the flowers with a hand. "This sister gives a lot of people flowers, doesn't she? Or is it a domino effect of the 'fuck you' flowers from Monday?"
Tyler hesitates to pick an option before saying, "...It's both. And it's annoying."
"Flowers aren't that bad." Logan offered Tyler a little smile, handing him the two flowers this time.
Tyler stares down the flowers before his gaze flicks back up to Logan. He smiles back.