Hinata opens the door to her shop. She was eager to start the day after coming back from, what seemed like, an extremely long weekend, but Hinata couldn’t help it. She finally accomplished her goal just a few short months ago after leaving the corporate world behind. She knew big offices, and cold business meetings would be the formula of a stifling and miserable life that she could never bear. Once she realized this, she was relieved she was finally honest with herself, but of course the real obstacle was her father who held high expectations and went out of his way to make sure his colleagues revered his eldest child. As intimidating a task it was, after much pacing back and forth in her room, countless motivational speeches from her friends, and a few failed attempts, Hinata was upfront with her father. He was upset at first. Extremely upset, but he soon came around…until he realized what she wanted to do…
“Is it law, you’re interested in? Neji did minor in political science…” He had asked with apprehensive eyes. When she had shook her head, he sighed again, and pinched the bridge of his nose. He had looked up with hope, pearlescent eyes partially covered by his fingers .
“A doctor, at least?”
Hinata remembers trying not to break his gaze the whole time. Hiashi had all but flipped shit, when she explained her idea to him. The heat of that moment rushed back to her, but at least now, she could laugh about it.
Hiashi made full attempts to make her business big like some Flower shop branch of Hyuga Corp. but Hinata was set on doing it all on her own. Which eventually, she did.
For Hinata, it was imperative that she do this by herself. She wanted to be able to look back on her accomplishment and hard work, chest brimming with the pride she had missed out on in early years.
Her concept was a simple one, take all things she found pleasant and share it with others. Her shop was more than just splashes of unique colors from the different assortment of plants. In the far back, separated from the front of the store by tavern-like swinging doors, near the french windowsill, she had a sitting area consisting of a plain loveseats and lounge chairs, and plush pillows. Next to it, was a coffee machine, and small platter of cinnamon rolls, 2 for a dollar, which she made fresh everyday. Her goal was to make the setting as tranquil, and relaxing as the bustling stressful day of the average person would desire. She noticed that many people would even stop just to sit for refreshing air, free wifi, and Ethiopian coffee ground beans.
Indeed it was a choice Hinata could never go back on. The customers are friendly, and the shop was never busy, even though business was still on the rise. This allowed for a more than steady income for Hinata.
She inhales her materialistic paradise, stepping in and locking the back door behind her.
“You’re early. Again, Hinata.” Temari says flipping the open sign.
Hinata gave a nervous laugh. “I-Is that so?” Temari was always on top of the girl about overworking herself. She would stay whole shifts without any breaks attending to every detail in the store, necessary and unnecessary included.
“Don’t play innocent with me, Hyuga. I can hold down the fort when you’re gone too, you know.”
Hinata throws her bag on the counter, taking off her jacket, and putting on her apron. “Of course, Tem. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.” The girl teases with a reassuring smile.
“Is that Hina? So early?” Ino whips her head around the corner.
“Good morning, Ino.” The bluenette smiles at the tall blonde.
“Good morning to you. Is your alarm clock malfunctioning again?” Ino asks with a sly smile.
“You could say…” Hinata murmurs as she proceeds to go through mail. She raises a brow at a brown package. They hadn’t ordered anything in weeks. She turns it around to find It was mislabeled, and read for…89 Sanin Avenue. Her shoulders drop recognizing the address.
“Oh no…” She shakes her head.
“What happened this time?” Temari asks seeing the girl nervously grinding her lip, and Hinata hands her the package sighing while putting her jacket back on.
“Is this…for the tattoo parlor owned by that sexy guy?” Ino asks, and Hinata flushes but ends up nodding, dejectedly. Hinata wouldn’t deny his looks but, he was…intimidating to say the least. On her first month of business he’d loitered in her store nearly everyday without buying anything, just scrutinizing her store it seemed for thirty minutes before leaving. She did research and heard they offered good coffee at his place too. Was it some sort of declaration of war? She wondered about this since.
Although, she had seen him glance at the flowers with some appreciation. One time he wore a short sleeve shirt revealing his sleeve tattoo, a dragon with blue and black scales, and hands covered in writing and writing she couldn’t decipher from her she’d been standing those times when she did watch him. Sometimes, it looked as though the ink were interacting with the yellow lilies. Ferociousness of the dragon and gaiety of the yellow lilies had been a peculiar sight. Contrasting themes clashed, but the man’s gentleness was expert, and mesmerizing. As soon as his thumb and fore side of his index finger had picked at a flower, he thoroughly examined it before he’d pulled away and soon after left the store.
Temari laughs. “That guy? I would’ve respected him more if he would be more upfront about his feelings.”
Ino sighs moving her hair to one side. “Honestly.”
Hinata nods in agreement. “He seemed to be really indecisive about buying those flowers he obviously liked.”
The two blonds paused, exchanging looks before continuing their work.
“If you don’t want to go, I will.” Ino says with a suggestive smirk looking up. For a fleeting, irresponsible moment, the thought sounds inviting.
“No, she won’t. She has an actual shift to work unlike yourself.” Temari interjects, and Hinata sighs zipping her jacket.
“I’ll be quick.”
A bell rings as she opens the door. It’s early, but not too early that no one is inside. Some people turn their heads, and Hinata smiles nervously at them on instinct. Not wanting to see their reactions to that she focuses on her surroundings. The walls are red and black, the insignia in the back was like a fan-like shape, and other unique designs were scattered along the wall. Waiting lounge with faux leather chairs, and glass tables. There was a hawk statue, snake sculpture with knives coming from its mouth staring right at Hinata. She holds the package tighter to her chest looking up.
It’s then she realized some people had not stopped watching her. She was dressed in her tan fall jacket over her green skirt and grey collar-neck shirt. The people within the store had far more…intricate outfits, and the differing culture only made Hinata feel more dubious in her effort to perform this simple task. Still, she forced herself to straighten her posture, and walk toward the reception desk.
She pleasantly looks upon a woman who isn’t the raven haired male, hoping maybe she wouldn’t have to see him.
“Good morning,” The red haired woman only glances at her, but HInata is determined.
”I was just wondering where I could put this package. It was delivered to my store by mistake.” Hinata says in a rushed manner.
The redhead seemed to have barely heard. She looked up through her glasses. “I’m sorry, we’re booked for all morning appointments.”
Hinata looks at her confusedly. “Oh…no, I wasn’t trying to schedule. I was just-”
“Oh, of course not you, you poor thing! I’m on the phone.” She points to a speaker on the other side of her face.
Hinata nods before tilting her head reabsorbing the sentence. Something about her words didn’t sit right with the girl. What exactly did she mean by ‘of course not’ and ‘poor thing’? What she knows for sure is It was indisputably condescending. Hinata, however, didn’t have time to delve into the matter as her stomach suddenly met the base of throat as the owner approached the desk.
“Karin,” The woman looks up at her boss. “How many for today?” He asks before deep black orbs suddenly meet Hinata’s. The young Hyuga averts her gaze immediately She instinctively inhales to increase the oxygen supply to her heart. She couldn’t believe how nerve racking this guy was.
“A good amount…let’s see…” Her voice fades in Hinata’s ears feeling the man’s gaze on her. She takes in a deep breath focusing on not turning into a rattled mess. She doesn’t aim interject yet for the sake of not interrupting their conversation about the day’s schedule. It seemed important, and all she had to deliver was the package.
“What about the new needle that you said would be in today.”
Karin pauses, doing some typing. “It says it’s been delivered, but we didn’t receive any packages today…”
Hinata glances down at the object she was hugging to her chest.
“U-um, excuse me.” She finally inserts herself grabbing both’s attention. “My shop across the street, r-received this, this morning. I was just bringing it over.”
His head doesn’t turn, but onyx eyes glaze over as if trying to be subtle in his obvious scrutiny. “Thank you, Hinata.” She gave him an apprehensive look, and he nodded at her shoulder. She looks down at her shirt cautiously, and she internally sighed as blood rushed to her face.
“Oh yes, of course. My nametag. N-no problem, at all…”She searched his shirt quickly to no avail. “-sir.” She finished feeling dumb. She’d reverted to her high school self again it seemed.
“Sasuke.” He answers her unvoiced question.
“So this package is your only business?” He asks slowly grabbing it from her. He holds it under his arm. “See anything you like?” He asks, motioning to some of the designs on the wall, but his gaze is sealed on her. Hinata, however, uses this as an opportunity to look away from him. Especially upon noticing how sultry his voice is.
“I…I don’t know much about them…”
“Her skin looks very soft, Sasuke. Don’t tease her.” There was a patronizing tone to her voice. Hinata’s lips pursed slightly in defiance. “Would that be considered a good or bad thing?” Karin asks immersed in the computer.
He shrugs. “I could think of a lot of good that could come from it.”
Hinata inhales trying to calm her exuberant blushing.“I-My skin…isn’t that soft.”
Then, he boldly questions, “Should I see for myself?” It was seemed almost sincere though but nevertheless the dam broke. Blood pools in her face suddenly just below the surface of her skin. Her mouth opens and closes.
He’s not…He can’t be…flirting?
“U-uh… t-take my word for it.”
“So you are interested?” He asks looking her up and down, hand on his hip
Her eyes widen. “Interested in what?”
Her mouth forms an ‘O’. “I…well-”
He lets out a deep chuckle leaning against the desk. “I’m only teasing the new kid on the block. I don’t take you for a body ink type anyway.”
Hinata blinks twice, and suddenly sees that everyone here takes her for some sort of innocent, pure damsel. Hinata supposed to an extent she is, but why should that limit her? She would also say it wasn’t a terrible thing being perceived that way, but it denoted a sense of being one-dimensional. She was adventurous and could be ballsy when she saw fit too.
Now, being one of those times.
She furrows her brows. “I’d like to see some of your patterns please.”
He gives her a questionable look before the sides of his lips upturn, and he motions her to follow.
“Here are some you might like.”
Hinata glances over, and immediately narrows her eyes at the male. It was a machine with temporary flower tattoos-the kind put on with water
“I’d appreciate being taken seriously.”
He crosses his arm. “Getting a Tattoo is a bold decision.”
“I can be bold.”
“I don’t doubt it. Seems rather impulsive though considering you only wanted to drop off a package.”
She flushes thinking how right he is. But be it stubbornness for the sake of being stubborn or some other unknown reason, this still didn’t deter Hinata. If anything, she was more set on doing it because she wanted to prove she actually wasn’t a scared, indecisive idiot.
Plus, Sasuke’s tattoo didn’t look half bad.
“I like animals. Can I see some of those?”
He smirks before going behind the counter and taking out a book. It was a sketchpad. “Any specific sort?”
She taps her chin. “Well…I’ve always liked cats.”
His face was straight. “You want a tattoo of a cat?”
“Big cats. Like lions. I like lions.”
He nods with approval. “Color?”
“Lavender…and blue. Some kind of mixture,”
“Is that it?” His obsidian eyes turn mischievous and his smirk turned sportive. The young Hyuga felt an enormous pound against her ribcage. She tries her best not visibly her chest.
“Still no flowers?”
Hinata glares as his allure evaporates, and his smirk widens until he’s showing teeth. “I-If you’’re trying to insinuate that there’s something wrong with flowers, you’re sorely mistaken…Sir,.-uh, Sasuke.”
He puts his pen down, and fixes his posture from the desk. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with flowers.”
Hinata crosses her arms unconvinced. “I’m having a hard time believing you.”
He ifts a perfect black eyebrow at her. Then, next thing she knows, he’s rolling up his sleeve revealing a strong arm.
Hinata unconsciously looks away embarrassed. “W-what are y-”
“Look,” he commands, and she does, begrudgingly, until she sees it. “I have nothing against flowers. I quite like them actually.” They were decorated around the dragon at every “movement” it seemed to be making, every curve.
She thought his tattoo was impressive before, but she was absolutely mesmerized now. “This is, for lack of a better term…awesome.”
She looks up to see a satisfied handsome expression gracing his face. She immediately pulls away, finally noticing how close she’d gotten, and that the design she had been touching was tattooed on an arm, that did in fact belong to a human being.
“I-I’m s-sorry.” She says, blushing profusely.
“You’re fine,” he rolls down his sleeve.”So has your mind changed?”
“Chrysanthemums.” She answers, but then falters. “Do you…know which ones they are?”
He starts drawing. “I’m sure by now you know I’ve spent an awful amount of time in your store.”
She tries to lean over the desk slightly, unsure herself of what exactly she was asking of him. The paper was the object of his eyes’ focus. He made no mistakes, yet the image was already coming to be extremely detailed. She now understood where that gentleness and innate scrutiny were derived from. The sheer focus was hard to rip her eyes from, and he was nothing short of breathtaking.
She decides she wants a better view of his work, and circles the desk eying a stool beside him. She plops herself on, taking in the vague sense of his aroma. He surprisingly smelled outdoorsy, like he was sitting on grass before he came to work, but still faintly of some expensive cologne.
It’s while she’s watching him, that she tries to remember what about was so intimidating.
“You should come back some time.” The words were out before she’d even processed it. Her face goes hot, incriminating herself further. “I-I…if you have t-the t-time to, that is.”
Sasuke smirks, but doesn’t stop drawing. “Oh, I intend to. I’ve heard some threatening rumors-like how your coffee is better than mine.”
I knew it.
“So that, in conjunction with the lilies, explains why you kept coming back.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Definitely the flowers, but not the coffee spying. I had an employee go over and buy me some weeks ago.”
“And?” She asks, anticipating.
He looks up dejected. “I know when I’m beat.” Hinata laughs until a smile remained. Sasuke gazes for a moment longer than she expects, and she feels her cheeks go red. The raven haired man rests his cheek in his palm, staring at the paper in concentration.
“Tomato seeds were the second factor. Tomatoes and a certain flower-That’s what made me walk in the store in the first place.” He says before angling himself toward her.
“But I suppose…considering, I can look up any flower I want, off the web, and they sell tomato seeds at the Home Depot not a quarter mile away that the pretty storeowner, yeah, she’s what truly kept me coming back.”
Might post another installment but thats all for now lol.
Even though Clarke and Bellamy haven’t “defined the
relationship,” they’d be idiots not to understand what was going on. Even though she’s shy to admit it, she knows
they’re both aware what they’re becoming.
How can they not? Not when she finds his ARC nametag in the cup holder
in her car, or when she has a drawer at his apartment with a few pairs of
underwear and shorts (she just borrows his shirts), or even when there’s a navy blue and grey plastic razor next to the bottle of Advil in her medicine cabinet.
Clarke wakes up most mornings wrapped in Bellamy’s arms,
surrounded by the smell of him whether she’s in his apartment or hers. Some mornings he has to leave for work before
she’s fully awake. Other mornings, she
gets up before him just so she can see him shuffle out of the bedroom with hair
equally messy from sleep and sex and his sweatpants hanging low on the V of his