୨୧ a protracted confession

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A flower shop is usually described as an overwhelming place; some might even say it’s a sharp hit towards all your senses. The smell of various flowers ranging from sweet to earthy and even musky to citrusy. To a normal Inphernal, it is a direct attack to their nostrils by experiencing diverse types of fragrances all at once, even if such a place is well-ventilated. And that was why most Inphernals didn’t buy flowers.

Your business was failing, and the expenses of taking care of that many plants in one seating. Excluding occasional mass purchases to celebrate openings for a shop and a few regulars, you’re left with not many options. The money barely covered any of your expenses, most of it going to the shop or the flowers themselves. You’ve thought about switching expertises recently, but an incident put that thought to a halt.

A cheery green-horned individual named Boombox started frequenting the place; you couldn’t tell what drew him in. It didn’t seem that he was particularly interested in floriculture or anthology, no, certainly not. He didn’t even purchase anything at first, but as weeks passed, he bought a few flowers, which all had something in common.

Secret Admiration.

Surely, this was for a partner they had.

From gardenias to lilacs to bluebells, it simply made no sense. To you, at least. The flowers’ only similarity was the symbolism, not how adaptable and compatible they were with the other flowers he’d purchased. But you didn’t delve too deep into it; it wasn’t you that was receiving or buying them in the first place anyway.

What you didn’t realise was that he actually meant to give them to you, but he always chickened out the moment the two of you met eye to eye as he paid for the flowers.

At the rate he was investing in the flowers, the financial problem wasn’t the biggest problem on your mind anymore, which was definitely a good thing. Though what started to worry you was his weekly purchase of the bouquets; it must’ve been taking a toll on his wallet, since flowers weren’t the cheapest gifts to give someone. Though, it wasn’t exactly your place to think too much about that.

One fortunate day, he was there as usual. Pretending to look through the catalog of flowers, even though he had already an eye on the few usuals: gardenias, lilacs or maybe bluebells. As you tried to be as discrete as possible while you looked at him, he approached the counter with the bouquet in his hands, fumbling with the ribbon tied onto it. Maybe today’s the day to ask him about the special someone that’s been receiving the bouquets.

TLDR : You're a florist and he buys from you, trying to confess but gets scared whenever he's supposed to so he looks like he's buying the bouquets for someone else, when really, it's for you.

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the few impending requests will be done after this!! 4 of the earliest incomplete requests will be posted in a batch,, so sorry for the wait !!