My Heart Went Boom
Eliza Schuyler x Reader
Note: Day two of the write a thon! This is my first time writing an Eliza fic, and after working on this one for so long I’m really happy with how it turned out so I really hope you all love this as much as I do.
Warnings: nothing it’s just fluff y’all
Word Count: 900 (it’s short I know but, I’ve been struggling to finish this for days and this is the best i could do)
“Y/N! I need you to go down and get me tulips” Your boss, Rebecca demands as she rushes past your desk and into her office. “Now!” She yells when you don’t move from your desk.
“Rebecca I don’t exactly have the time right now, I have to finish the stack of work you gave me this morning” you explain, staring at the actual stack of papers she had dumped on your desk that morning and ordered you to organize.
Really you don’t mind your job as the secretary for the editor of a major magazine. Sure Rebecca can be uptight and downright rude a lot of the time but mostly you enjoy the challenge of the work you have to do. Unless she’s making you run stupid errands that get in the way of much more important things to do.
“I don’t care! I was supposed to have my flowers delivered but that stupid messed up my delivery this morning and I need those flowers!” she exclaims, waking her way back out of her office to glare at you. “So go!”
You quickly jump up from your desk, not wanting her to physically pull you up and grab your bag from your draw.
“And don’t go to my usual florist! I no longer trust them with my business. Find someone else” She demands before storming back into her office.
So on top of having to go out of your way to find a different florist that will be able to live up to your bosses ridiculous standards, oh joy.
Following the map you had looked up in the elevator you make your way four blocks from work to what is supposed to be ‘the best new florist in New York’.
As you step through the door of Schuyler’s Flowers, immediately you are hit with the overwhelming scent of flowers.
“Hello!” a bright, voice says off to your left. As you turn to look at the person who spoke your heart flutters in your chest.
The girl has to be around your age, her long straight dark hair flows freely around her shoulder and the pale blue sundress she wears looks as if it was make just for her.
“H-hi” you stutter, giving her as much of a smile as you can manage. She laughs softly, the sound of her laugh fills your ears and causes a cheesy grin to spread across your face.
“I’m Eliza, How can I help you today?” She asks.
“Tulips!” You exclaim before biting your lip and taking a breath. “Sorry… uh I need tulips. For my boss. She likes tulips”
Eliza laughs again, the sound is like music to your ears makes you feel so… helpless.
“Any particular color she wants?” Eliza asks, her eyes locking onto yours and you feel yourself practically melting under her gaze.
“Um…I don’t think she mentioned a color, whatever you think is the best is good for me. You’re the one who knows about flowers, you know being a florist and all” You babble.
Eliza smiles at you as she busies herself, putting together a beautiful bouquet of purple tulips. “You know you never did give me your name” she says, absentmindedly.
“Oh right I’m Y/N” you say, rubbing a hand over the back of your neck.
“Y/N… the name suits you” she says looking up and giving you a small smile, giggling at the way you blush. “And you’re pretty cute when you blush” she adds.
You stare at her with wide eyes as she says it, you try to form a reply but you get caught up on the words and nothing but an incoherent jumble of noises comes out causing Eliza to giggle again.
“You’re also pretty cute when you’re nervous” she says, causing you to blush even more.
“Oh t-thank you. You ah… you’re pretty cute too” you manage to stutter out and she grins.
Eliza goes quiet in concentration and you watch as she finishes pulling the flowers together, rolls them up in paper and ties them off with a beautiful purple ribbon that matches the flowers.
“All done, I hope your boss likes them” she says as she hands the flowers to you.
You grin, looking down at the work of art she’s created with the flowers.
“This is amazing! You’re so talented” You say as you hand over the money.
“Thank you, it’s not so much talent as it is practice. You spend enough time doing something you’re bound to get good at it” she explains. As you turn to leave she stops you with a hand on your arm. “I should give you my number, you know in case there is a problem with the flowers or something” she says.
Quickly she scribbles her phone number onto a piece of paper and slides it into your bag that hangs from your shoulder.
“Or in case you just… want to call?” she asks, a shy look crossing her face.
“Sounds good to me. It was nice meeting you Eliza” you say, grinning at her as you head for the door.
“You too Y/N!” She calls out as the door closes behind you.
As you walk past the view of the shop you pause for a second and smile thanking every possible god out there, even the ones you don’t believe in, for the mix up at Rebecca’s regular florist.