Becca absolutely, without a shadow of a doubt, completely and utterly loved flowers.
They weren’t as pretty or as mesmerizing as stars, of course, but they were still pretty stellar, in her opinion. Each one was always a little different than the last (like stars!) but they smelled pretty wonderful (except for the weird pink blossom trees near the park that smelled like fish - she wasn’t too sure about that one) and you could stare at them all day ‘round and night time too. Stars you could only see at night… so flowers at least had that sort of advantage to them.
“Ma’am… ma’am are you interested in purchasing a flower?”
“What?”
Oh. Right.
Rebecca Robinson had stumbled across the SUPER cute flower booth near the DCU campus (technically on campus if you wanted to technically get technical about it), sponsored by Kappa Alpha Beta Zeta something or another. She never really understood the latin words or what went into picking them for sorority names but since she wasn’t a part of a sorority (she’d never been asked, sadly), she never really worried about asking. The girls at the booth were selling the flowers, all of which looked amazingly different compared to the other flowers one would normally see in a florist or grocery store or wherever one would normally find flowers.
Which, of course, had been the reason Becca had stopped to stare… and apparently had been caught staring, no less.
“Oh. Yes. Yes, I want to buy a flower.”
The girl’s demeanor behind the booth changed to being slightly friendly. “Is there a particular color that you’d like?”
Becca frowned.
There were… well, there were colors of all sorts on display in various vases and boxes. The prices were scribbled out on some of the signs but Becca wasn’t worried about the price so much as the decision when it came to deciding what sort of flower to get.
Should she go with something more natural? Something that didn’t look as bizarre as some of the ones the girls had colored, somehow? And how were they colored anyways? Were they real and just colored over or were they those super good fake ones? They surely looked real, but…
“Ma’am?”
“Oh. Um.”
Crud. Time to come up with an answer!!!
“I like… extra colorful things.”
The unhelpful answer was met with a frown but the girl was clearly aiming for a sale, so fingers went digging among the piles of flowers until she pulled out a few options. There were all sorts of strange and pretty combinations - some nicer than others - and Becca’s eyes fell on one in particular that had her cooing out loud. It was nice and rosy and just downright pretty!
“Oh, oh, those!!!”
She plucked three of them before the other girl could respond and quickly paid for the set. It wasn’t until she was walking away from the booth that she realized… she didn’t actually have anyone special to give flowers to.
Huh.
Surely there were…. Well, heck. She’d give one to that funny girl at the tattoo shop, the one that was always arguing with the big guy. And… OH! She knew - Jade! Her neighbor!
Maybe a flower would get another afternoon hangout next door, even?
Pleased with her decision, the colorful, easily distracted girl made her way down the sidewalk towards her apartment complex, making a pit stop by the tattoo parlor first. That is… if she remembered, of course.
To Austen:
kuropeco
To Jade:
Nuxaz
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