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The door to the flower shop opened as the bell over it shimmed. I looked up to see who it was who just came through the door to see Syren and immediately got a giant grin on my face. She had put up her dark blond hair with a hair clip and it looked like liquid gold with the light of the sun behind her. She had put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt she has had for year and one of her many cardigans. This specific cardigan tho, was one she had crocheted with her mom and it looked like a butterfly. It was based on a character from a book who had the same cardigan. They had looked up official pictures of this character and tried to copy the pattern, and in that book that pattern was based ,or no more like similar, to the pattern of a type of butterfly in the book. After that she never told me more about it, saying that i should reed the book for myself and understand the world. Oh and this one happened to also be Syrens first ever crochet project, as if she needed another reason to wear it as often as she did and benign the reason i know so much about it.
She looked around the shop and i stood up from my crouched position so that she could see me and the smile she gave me was the widest smile that anyone has made in the world. I mean, it has to from how warm it made me feel. I took of my gardening gloves, now brown from the dirt and on the way to fall apart with one wrong movement.
“What are you doing here? It hasn't even been a week.” I said as I walked towards her.
It was true tho, it hadn't been a week since she last was here… but on the other hand, she was here every week so I shouldn't be surprised.
“I know, I know. But I need to buy an important thing and you where the only one i could think of to help me.” Her voice sounding like it was singing with the birds outside.
“The thing is, i want to ask a person out on a date and this person just so happens to be really interested in flower language.”
I blinked a few times as my eyebrows furrowed and i wondered who it could be considering i was the only one i knew of who where interested in it. As i kept thinking i wondered if i had ever meet them and if not, if i could meet them at some point.
“Okey i guess? Let me get my book and we can look through it together.” She nodded and started walking through the rows of trees, flowers and other miscellaneous fauna.
I stood there for just a few seconds before I went to get the book. In those few seconds i noticed my smile had turned and that warm feeling had turned into a dark pit in my stomach. I did not like the thought of her liking someone else. I mean i had known i liked her, that wasnt new, but i had never thought i would ever feel like this.
It didn’t take long to find the book since i had read in it the day before and took it back to Syren. She had gotten lost looking att one of the many plants and just like all the other times, it was a colorful flower, and i just couldn't help the fact that my mouth refused to listen to the laws of physics and stay down.
There where three kinds of plants that she particularly liked, colorful ones, the ones that dropped or hung down from the pots you put outside your window, and the ones who climbed up anything they could get a hold of.
I walked up to her and she didn’t even notice me until i was about a meter away from her despite the fact i had heavy shoes that was not made for sneaking and walked with heavy steps. When she finally noticed me, her eyes widened and she feel over from her crouched position and onto the floor, catching herself with one hand and clutching her heart with the other.
“You scared me! Not cool!” she tried to sound mad at me but the fact she had to force herself not to grin gave her away.
I laughed quietly as i helped her of the dirty floor where the flower stood.
“Seriusly Alex, don’t do that.” but the tone on her voice had not changed a bit from when she was on the floor.
“Its not my fault you where so fascinated with that flower that you didn’t notice me. Normally i cant get closer then five meters before someone notices me.”
We took a seat each at one of my tables and began to flip through the book. My first suggestion was to have a lilac in the middle since her name meant that in swedish and she quickly agreed, and also because they meant love in general as well. I told her that i had a variant that was white and pink, and before i could say it she pointed out that white meant ‘i trust in your honesty’ and pink meant ‘i am in love with you and promise loyalty’. It felt nice to know that she listened to me and that warm feeling peaked through the darkness before being swallowed again. I suggested that we only had one of them since, it would be a nice center piece and since one meant ‘you mean everything to me’. After that she suggested that we add roses and I couldn't agree more, both because they are classic but also because they had good messages. We decided on three red roses and three pink ones. Partly because both represented three core things but also because having three of something meant ‘I want to meet you again’. We added the red roses representing, love, passion and respect. Then we added the pink ones representing, elegance, charm, and happiness. The pink ones where her idea, she said that they where all aspects of the person. For just a moment the darkness grew before i decided to ignore it. The person sounded like a nice fellow and i didn’t want her to think i didn’t want her to confess to them. I looked at the bouquet and noticed that we had seven flowers in total.
“We should stop now, seven tends to mean ‘I love you’.” I gave her a strained smile, in the end I hadn't managed to ignore that giant hole growing and refusing to stop.
“Oh… i din’t think of that… if thats the case then yeah, i agree.” The smile that she gave me only made the darkness inside me more apparent as it was so nice to look at but i knew, in my head, that it wasn't anything other than friendliness behind it.
We added a bit of leaves just so that it wouldn't look so laking when she gave it to the person and we went to the cash register so that she could pay.
“Okay then, good luck in asking that person on the date and have a nice day.” I leaned on the bench that the register stood on and that hole that had just been in my stomach had now swallowed me whole and was the only thing in my body that I could feel.
“Thanks… but before i go, i have a question…”
I where a bit surprised at that but went with it and forgot the all consuming darkness for a split second.
“Yeah, of course, what do you want to ask?”
She subconsciously or continuously hid her face behind the bouquet as she took a deep breath and her feet came closer to each other.
“Alex… do you want to go on a date with me?” She held out the flowers at me but i barley noticed them. That voice was gone just like that and instead my body want nearly enough space for all the things that welled up inside me. I wanted to chear and jump around while simultaneously wanting to sink with the ground and sobbed from the relief, and i wanted to hug her as tight as i possibly could so that she knew just how i felt about this. For a few seconds i where completely still, having lost my ability to speak in the process.
“Y-yes,okay… thank you.” I could feel how red my face where becoming and the face she made when i said that cant even be described as her body witch could have been used to sign a guitar, lost all the tension and turned into goo for a moment before she walked around the counter and gave me a bone crushing hug and i hugged her back. My thought only benign occupied with how she had never looked better then in this very moment.