Petrichor - 1
distinctive scent, usually described as earthy, pleasant, or sweet, produced by rainfall on very dry ground.
words: 905 ;
Chapters - 00. 01.
Rain kept thudding down against the window.
You sighed and looked around the small shop, not really noticing something out of the ordinary as you walked around the place, carrying a new bouquet of gladiolis, yet rolling your eyes as your boss yelled out happily at how they got a new anniversary and wedding order, praising the month that they were in.
Love, love, love, love; really, if you heard that damn word one more time you swore your head would explode.
The stained-glass windows reflected the small colored lights back down on the floor, even when it was busier than usual. But it was to be expected, after all, white day was only a week away and flower and bouquet orders had risen triple what they usually are, but the small establishment being short on people, more so because it was final season for many students, you had been called out on your free day and offered an extra pay to help out the manager to control and handle all the different orders.
“Y/N!”, you heard the clerk call out, turning around and seeing her crouched over, her hands in some box and taking out the large order of roses (really? Roses? Kill me already would you?), “Y/N, can you please go to the back? The truck just arrived and I need to bring in the blooms, also, can you organize them by type? The prettiest on the front?”
You sighed but nodded taking off the gloves from your hands and walking back leaving them on the counter. “Sure thing”.
“Fucking finally”, you mumbled sitting down on a stool, the heavy rain had already stopped and just now it seemed as if the sky was only crying what tears were left from it. You quietly sipped at the coffee in your hands, not thinking about anything in particular, just looking out the window, enjoying the cold but very pleasant weather and seeing the gray sky and street lights, your head starting to go down the homework and studying you still have left to do at home, also thinking about that stray cat that perched itself outside your door and always mewed aloud for some food, and even though you shouldn’t you always give it some of yours. The bitter taste in your tongue waking you up slowly from the weariness of work and d your head turning to the door when you heard the familiar store bell’s ring.
Sighing you set the mug down on the table, stepping down and walking out of the staff’s coffee room, the smile coming out naturally on your façade as you walked back to the counter and saw a young man again in the store, looking down at the recently displayed flower arrangements you had done that same afternoon.
“Hello, can I help you with anything?”, The young man turned around, his charming smile reaching his eyes and warmer than you could’ve expected, quietly looking over him.
His hair was obviously bleached, blond strands standing out from the red beanie he was wearing over his hair. Wearing a black oversized sweater and black jeans, his fingers filled with rings and using a dangling earring. To sum it up he was quite attractive.
“Yeah, I’m looking to order something, how much are these?”, his voice velvety and smooth, biting on your lip but smiling you looked over at the white lilies he was pointing at, a bit confused knowing the meaning of them but thinking it was probably just because they were pretty flowers.
“Oh, that depends, how big you want the bouquet or if you’re only interested in buying one, also if in the bouquet you want to add other flowers”.
He hummed softly, and looked at the blossoms with interest before shaking his head, “Not a really big one, I think a simple bouquet would be alright if that’s okay with you”.
You nodded and reached for your gloves before going to him and taking out three lilies from their water, taking them back and quietly shedding them from leaves and snapping the stem to a more appropriate length, the customer not saying a word as you quietly arranged the lilies with some chamomile blossoms, finishing quickly and letting the simple bouquet on the counter as the customer came close with his wallet at hand, smiling at you and making something flutter in your stomach from it but ignored it.
“How much is it?”, he asked as he looked over the bouquet, you didn’t know if he liked it or not, but took no complaint from him as if he did like it.
“Three stargazer lilies, that’s around $27”, you glanced up at him and smiled as he paid for the bouquet, taking the money and reaching for the change before he interrupted.
“Keep it, I have no use of it.”
You tilted your head but nodded taking what was left for yourself and smiled at him as he took the bouquet and started walking out.
“I hope they like the flowers”, you called out to him without really thinking, seeing him turn his head at your direction and smiling again, although this time it looked as if a sorrow filled, frowning to yourself before he spoke.
“They will, thank you.”, and all you heard later was the bell ringing once more announcing his leave, seeing through the window that the rain had just stopped, but truly everything had just begun.