i’d rather waltz than just walk through the forest
status: getting together
word count: about 2k
summary: person A owns a flower shop and person B comes storming in one day, slams 20 bucks on the counter and says “how do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?” - requested by @goshcas // (part II)
i’d rather waltz than just walk through the forest, the trees keep the tempo and they sway in time, a quartet of crickets chime in for the chorus, if i were to pluck on your heartstrings would you strum on mine? - plant life, owl city
The mini jungle that Phil had grown to live in had practically become a second home; the green leaves and blooming flowers were so soft and welcoming that when he entered each morning, he breathed a sigh of contentment. Working in the flower shop had always been a part time job, but then the owner had gotten seriously ill at the end of Phil’s final year of university, and Phil had agreed to take main control over the summer whilst the woman was in hospital. Thankfully, the doctors predicted she would be coming back in October, so Phil only had to stay on until then, but it wasn’t like he had a plan for afterwards anyway. It was an excuse to stay a little longer in Manchester, and business was good, so he knew he’d be earning money whilst he did it. Another bonus was that he got to stay in the apartment upstairs whilst she was away, having moved all her stuff to her sister’s apartment, as it was much closer to the hospital.
It had been 3 months since Phil had taken it on, and, whilst the first few weeks had been a disaster, he had soon gotten the hang of it. Watering the plants in the morning was his favourite thing to do, but generally the customers were steady - less on weekdays, but still a few an hour - so Phil did odd jobs in between helping people, even learning the language of flowers to add an extra something to the potential customer experience.