“why is this my life? i build machines, pero flores? flowers are what take me out?”(request)

°❀.࿔ your quiet little flower shop sits just across from a loud, fire-lit blacksmith’s workshop, two completely different worlds, separated by nothing more than a street.

and somehow, always within view.

you go about your days like usual, tending to bouquets, arranging stems, letting the scent of flowers fill the air, unaware of the way glances linger from the other side.

because behind the forge, it’s leo valdez.

and leo definitely isn’t staring.

not when he pauses mid-swing just a second too long. not when he keeps “accidentally” drifting toward the front window with flimsy excuses that don’t even convince himself.

it’s not obvious. it’s really not.

except it is, in the way he watches without meaning to and looks away just a little too late every single time.

and while you remain completely unaware, leo’s over there, trying (and failing) to act like the biggest crush he’s ever had isn’t happening right in front of him. °❀.࿔

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a/n: modern au, no existence of gods <3