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Iroha walks through the flower shop, a light, fresh, floral scent filling her nostrils. Her eyes dart across the place, seeing if anything had caught her eye yet. She stumbles across a bouquet. She thinks to herself, Wow, this has Lee Wonhee written all over it. She picks it up to see a plethora of different blur and white flowers, most she didn’t even know the names of. The flowers were in great condition too. A worker at the store approaches her as she was looking down at the bouquet held in her hands.
”Ma’am, would you like to buy that?” The worker said. If Iroha could be honest, she seemed pretty intimidating, and it made her more shy to talk to people than she was than before. She reads their nametag, Shin. Ryu. jin. She breaks her name into syllables in her mind. Ryujin clears her throat. Iroha quickly responds back to avoid talking to her, putting on a bubbly facade. “Yeah, of course!”
Iroha expected Ryujin to lead her to the check-out, then let her leave. But whilst Iroha is handing over the bouquet to the other staff at the counter, she suddenly asks her, “Who are you buying those for?” She blinks. Iroha drags her words out, “Uuuhhh forr.. myself! Yeah. For myself.” Ryujin snickers, “Seriously. A partner, a friend? A boy, a girl?” Iroha awkwardly laughs, “Haha.. Don’t tell anyone, but, I’m asking out a girl. Please.” She smiles. “I’ve been through that before. Don’t be ashamed.” Before she goes off into the distance, she tells her, Good luck. Iroha’s eyes follow her until she isn’t visible anymore.
She walks out the shop, a gust of wind breezes past her face, blowing her hair in front of her eyes. On the walk to her house, she can’t stop thinking about what Ryujin said. She kicks some rocks along the sidewalk. Eventually, she gets back to her house.
She takes off her jacket, and hangs it on a coat rack by the door. She also kicks off her shoes while doing so. She goes into her room placing down the gift for Wonhee on her nightstand, then opens her closet to grab some clothes to change into after she showers.
When she finishes showering, she throws herself on her bed, arms laid out like a starfish. Iroha grabs her phone and starts scrolling back to her and Wonhee’s messages, from yesterday to maybe even last year. She keeps thinking, What if she finds me weird? What if 2 years of friendship could be washed down the drain, and it’d be my fault?
She rubs her temple. She lays on her back again, trying to block out all the possible outcomes. Her eyelids shut down slowly, seeing Wonhee when she closes her eyes.
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The next day Iroha stood in front of Wonhee’s house, chewing on the nails of her right hand. She brings up the same hand, and her fist hovers over the wooden door for what was about approximately 5 minutes, then she finally builds up the courage to knock. She hears footsteps almost immediately. Wonhee’s footsteps. Iroha swiftly holds the bouquet in both her hands, holding the gift behind her back. The door opens, and Iroha is met with a wide grin on Wonhee’s face. “Hi!” Wonhee energetically says, “What’re you doing here?” Iroha nervously tells her, “Well, I wanted to ask you something.” Wonhee’s head tilts, “What is it?”
The bouquet shakes in her hands. “I wanted to tell you..”
”That.. That I really like you.” She trembles as she holds out the flowers. “Will you be my girlfriend?” Wonhee looks down, “Hey, Iroha. Could you wait here for a quick second?” Her heartbeat stops. “Yeah, sure.” She nods, trying to act like she wasn’t about to pass out.
Wonhee comes back, this time with her hands behind her back too. Iroha’s eyes were widened. Her bottom lip starts trembling when Wonhee shows her the bouquet of flowers. It was really pretty. Just as pretty as her. She drops the flowers in her hands out of spite and starts wiping off her tears. Wonhee carefully sets down the bouquet she bought, just to hug Iroha. Her thumb traces miscellaneous shapes on the back, and Iroha is immediately comforted. “I’m so glad I met you.” Wonhee chuckles. “I like you, Iroha.”
She laughs as tears dry on her face. “So, would you like to go out on a date with me maybe?”
Wonhee says, “I would love that. We should hang at your house.” Iroha nods, grinning ear to ear. “And thanks for the flowers.”
Iroha looks down at the bouquet of flowers she dropped, but Wonhee cups her cheeks in her hands and tilts her head back up. She leans in, for long enough that Iroha could tell her to stop, and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Iroha tasted like peppermint. Wonhee tasted like cherry lip balm.
Wonhee hugs her right after, and she melts into her touch. Iroha mumbles, “I love you.” Iroha could hear a subtle reply under her breath, “I love you too.”
Iroha was glad she decided to come earlier.