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 Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2025 9:35 pm
With the storms making business slow, Florian had taken the initiative to reorganize the plants and sweep and wax the floor. It had taken a few weeks, with Angel visiting more and more often. It was still a bit awkward for him at times, when he wasn’t exactly sure how to respond to any of the compliments the other was giving him. While it did feel really good to not be mistaken for a young woman or missnamed, he still hadn’t figured out how to approach that topic.
It wasn’t even something he’d thought about needing to do, most customers never questioned things since they hadn’t known him before. To them, he was Florian, and that was easy. But with Angel around more and more, slowly rising from chance meeting to friends and now maybe heading towards more than even that, he felt conflicted on what to do and how to go about it.
Fidgeting with his hands after he put the broom back in the corner near the door, he went back behind the counter to work on some of the flowers. With the downtime from the poor weather, he could work on some arrangements to post on his shop’s website. It would be a nice way to get fresh eyes on the newer things he’d gotten to propagate.
Working absentmindedly, he didn’t hear his phone ding with a text at first. His mind was floating over the drawings Angel had been doing, a few of himself, which helped make him feel surer of the way he looked, even if he hadn’t really gotten much taller or much more built as things changed. Maybe he would always have a little roundness to his face, something he hated, but it was growing on him after seeing the way it looked in sketch after sketch.
Reaching up, he felt his face warming as he thought more about the other. For a moment, he did wonder if it would be possible for them to be okay with things. It was kind of a big secret he was keeping, one that might not go well with some, but it might be worse if things progressed and they found out further along in things. But then he would also have to tell his parents, and that in itself would be a headache, considering how his father would grill anyone who wanted to date him.
Reaching for a few other flowers to sort as he settled into a rhythm, he had no problem letting his thoughts drift to and fro through all the things he had to do. It wasn’t like any customers would come in with the downpour or the lightning that seemed to be sending people to the hospital.
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Posted: Tue Jul 01, 2025 9:41 pm
The storms had Angel worried. Not for any sound reason, like the fact they were abnormal and hazardous. Oh no. They had him worried that it would make it harder for him to go see Florian. After all, getting hit with the weird debilitating lightning would really put a damper on things, in his mind. That, and he didn't want his sketchbook to get wet. Not after the hours he put into the latest piece, the reason he was trekking through the rain to the flower shop in the first place.
Holding an umbrella in one hand and an insulated bag of lunch in the other, Angel slogged through the streets and quickly made his way to the shop. Even with the awful weather, it couldn't keep a smile off his face as he thought of surprising Florian with lunch. He had grown quite fond of him as they got to know each other, and he found himself thinking of the florist more and more.
His sister had recently called him out on it as well, pointing out that almost every single piece of art he had done since meeting the boy had, in fact, centered around him in some way or another. He had balked at the insinuation, outright denied what she suggested was the cause, and then proceeded to spiral. Badly. Feelings? Did he seriously catch feelings? He had gone this long without it ever being an issue, had avoided ending up emotionally entangled despite the plethora of bedmates. And yet…..
As he waited for the crosswalk to turn, he let himself think, just for a moment, about the way he felt when he was with Florian. It was different, that much he knew. There was a soft tenderness to the feeling of being around him. A warmth that he found himself missing when he went home after seeing him. Crap. Yeah. He definitely had it bad.
Sighing heavily to himself, he shook his head and quickly crossed the street to the shop. Carefully hooking the umbrella on his arm after closing it, Angel headed inside and immediately found himself smiling at the sight of Florian. "Hey, thought I'd surprise you with lunch. Do you have time?” He held up the bag that he had protected to indicate the food.
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