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How you loved sunny days. They were comfortably warm, cheerful, and carefree even when the light starts to fade. You sighed and readjusted your grip on the overflowing bag of groceries in your arms and tilted your head towards the sun, drinking in the delicious warmth it cast on your face.
"If only I could stay like this forever," you murmured before continuing on your way back to your colorful shop.
People would probably think you've got a few screw loose if you just stood there on the side of the road like a scarecrow though. The image of yourself just standing there like a statue while everyone passes by whispering about the crazed girl on the sidewalk cracked you up, maybe because it was something you probably would do if you weren't wanted back in your apartment.
Your closest friend and helper, though she was as much as an owner as you were, was currently at your home above the petite shop making lunch as you were hopelessly inept at making anything edible at all. In fact, before Emma had waltzed into your life by applying to be your assistant you had lived mostly off of toast and frozen pizza.
It was on that faithful day did Emma cook your first proper meal since who knows how long. You specifically remember her near fainting after she had opened your fridge for a quick snack. The lack of anything resembling chocolate almost gave her a heart attack and it was then and there did she vow to make you lunch and supper on the one condition that you didn't have toast for dinner ever again. It wasn't such a bad deal, at least you wouldn't be a candidate for Miss Malnourished anymore.
The little brass bell above the store entrance jingled as you pushed the door open with your back seeing as your arms were full of fresh produce. As expected, the space behind the counter was empty and you could already hear the clanging of pots and pans upstairs.
"Hey, Emma!" You called upstairs. A second later you heard the clanging subside a bit followed by a very loud Belgian's voice, "WHAT?!" She shouted in reply.
"where am I supposed to put these groceries?"
"Oh! Just set them down somewhere on the counter, I'll get them them when the pasta is done boiling!"
You only shrugged at her vague response, set the bags down on a nearby table and retreated to your station behind the counter.
You slumped on your brown wooden stool and stared glumly out the biggest window of the flower shop. It's so sunny outside and yet you're trapped inside, not that you particularly dislike your store it's just that beautiful weather like this doesn't come around often in this city and you really wanted to make the most of it.
You were idly staring when you saw a pale figure pass a store window across the street. You knocked over your stool in your haste to prop yourself up on the counter and waved to the store clerk in the opposite window.
He turned around with difficulty as he was carrying heavy looking books and managed a feeble wave before continuing on his way. You had met the clerk a few days after you that boy had stumbled into your shop.
Speaking of which you haven't seen him around lately which was a bit of a disappointment. You looked down at your sketch pad in front of you and subconsciously started to do a rough sketch of him. The image burned bright and sharp in your memory and with every stroke of your pencil it became more distinguishable from a mess of lines to a portrait. Unkept hair, lanky figure, bold eyebrows and intense brown eyes. All of it.
"And who's this stunning little cutie~?"
You swung around to see that the Belgian had snuck up on you and was nodding appreciatively at your quick sketch. She was sneaky that one, like a cat. You huffed and set your pencil down, "it's no one and honestly, Emma you're going to give me a heart attack some day! Don't sneak up on me like that!" You protest.
She only laughed and wrapped you in a hug, she still had flour on her jeans and the smell of chocolate surrounded her. Something told you she didn't just make dinner.
You pulled away and sniffed the air teasingly, "does my nose deceive me or is that the tempting scent of chocolate on your sweater?" You grinned like a lunatic as you saw her face change 15 shades of red.
"Those were supposed to be a surprise!!" She cried while patting off the excess flour. You couldn't keep yourself from smiling, sure Emma's cooking was beyond amazing but when she made sweets they were really a treat. She held her arms across her chest and tried to look angry but you could obviously tell she was trying not to laugh with you, "listen here, I'm here to feed you as you are a hopeless chef so you better enjoy the food from the bottom of your talentless heart," she mustered out before you dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"Oh you should see yourself right now Emma, you're face is flaming red! You look like a schoolgirl approaching her lover!!" You cackled on the ground. This comment only made her uselessly smear her hands on your face at an attempt to slap you, you felt bad, really you did but the fun of it all outweighed your immense guilt.
Your assistant searched for a witty comeback, her eyes darting around the room before settling on the sketchbook from earlier. Your eyes widened when you realized what she was aiming for but it was too late. In one swift movement Emma had snatched up your sketchbook and flipped to the page your were working on earlier.
"Lovesick schoolgirl, huh? What about this? What is this supposed to be then?" She smirked brandishing your five minute sketch of your mystery boy. You jumped up and tried to grab it from her though you're efforts were wasted as Emma was almost 5 inches taller than you as she was wearing heels that looked like they could kill someone.
"Give it back~" you whined as she held the drawing out of reach, but it only made her smirk grow. "If you want it back then tell me who is he!" She demanded grinning mischievously. You crumpled to the floor in defeat, "I have the Right to Remain Silent, I don't have to tell you anything." You turned you're head away defiantly.
She only clucked her tongue, "you won't tell me? Not even for waffles?~" she drawled, accenting the word 'waffle'. You glared at her, "you really think I'd be so weak minded that I would cave at the mention of foo-"
You cut off your words as you caught another whiff of chocolate coming from upstairs, "fine. I'll tell you everything as long as I get those waffles!" You declared. Emma grinned and dropped the sketchbook in your lap, "now speak!" She ordered playfully.
"It's just some boy that walked in some time ago," you defended yourself as Emma glided upstairs to tend to the food.
You shook your head to clear it but your own words echoed in your mind. Just some boy. Yes, that's all he was. Just a boy.
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. And dinner's on at 6."
"If only I could stay like this forever," you murmured before continuing on your way back to your colorful shop.
People would probably think you've got a few screw loose if you just stood there on the side of the road like a scarecrow though. The image of yourself just standing there like a statue while everyone passes by whispering about the crazed girl on the sidewalk cracked you up, maybe because it was something you probably would do if you weren't wanted back in your apartment.
Your closest friend and helper, though she was as much as an owner as you were, was currently at your home above the petite shop making lunch as you were hopelessly inept at making anything edible at all. In fact, before Emma had waltzed into your life by applying to be your assistant you had lived mostly off of toast and frozen pizza.
It was on that faithful day did Emma cook your first proper meal since who knows how long. You specifically remember her near fainting after she had opened your fridge for a quick snack. The lack of anything resembling chocolate almost gave her a heart attack and it was then and there did she vow to make you lunch and supper on the one condition that you didn't have toast for dinner ever again. It wasn't such a bad deal, at least you wouldn't be a candidate for Miss Malnourished anymore.
The little brass bell above the store entrance jingled as you pushed the door open with your back seeing as your arms were full of fresh produce. As expected, the space behind the counter was empty and you could already hear the clanging of pots and pans upstairs.
"Hey, Emma!" You called upstairs. A second later you heard the clanging subside a bit followed by a very loud Belgian's voice, "WHAT?!" She shouted in reply.
"where am I supposed to put these groceries?"
"Oh! Just set them down somewhere on the counter, I'll get them them when the pasta is done boiling!"
You only shrugged at her vague response, set the bags down on a nearby table and retreated to your station behind the counter.
You slumped on your brown wooden stool and stared glumly out the biggest window of the flower shop. It's so sunny outside and yet you're trapped inside, not that you particularly dislike your store it's just that beautiful weather like this doesn't come around often in this city and you really wanted to make the most of it.
You were idly staring when you saw a pale figure pass a store window across the street. You knocked over your stool in your haste to prop yourself up on the counter and waved to the store clerk in the opposite window.
He turned around with difficulty as he was carrying heavy looking books and managed a feeble wave before continuing on his way. You had met the clerk a few days after you that boy had stumbled into your shop.
Speaking of which you haven't seen him around lately which was a bit of a disappointment. You looked down at your sketch pad in front of you and subconsciously started to do a rough sketch of him. The image burned bright and sharp in your memory and with every stroke of your pencil it became more distinguishable from a mess of lines to a portrait. Unkept hair, lanky figure, bold eyebrows and intense brown eyes. All of it.
"And who's this stunning little cutie~?"
You swung around to see that the Belgian had snuck up on you and was nodding appreciatively at your quick sketch. She was sneaky that one, like a cat. You huffed and set your pencil down, "it's no one and honestly, Emma you're going to give me a heart attack some day! Don't sneak up on me like that!" You protest.
She only laughed and wrapped you in a hug, she still had flour on her jeans and the smell of chocolate surrounded her. Something told you she didn't just make dinner.
You pulled away and sniffed the air teasingly, "does my nose deceive me or is that the tempting scent of chocolate on your sweater?" You grinned like a lunatic as you saw her face change 15 shades of red.
"Those were supposed to be a surprise!!" She cried while patting off the excess flour. You couldn't keep yourself from smiling, sure Emma's cooking was beyond amazing but when she made sweets they were really a treat. She held her arms across her chest and tried to look angry but you could obviously tell she was trying not to laugh with you, "listen here, I'm here to feed you as you are a hopeless chef so you better enjoy the food from the bottom of your talentless heart," she mustered out before you dissolved into a fit of laughter.
"Oh you should see yourself right now Emma, you're face is flaming red! You look like a schoolgirl approaching her lover!!" You cackled on the ground. This comment only made her uselessly smear her hands on your face at an attempt to slap you, you felt bad, really you did but the fun of it all outweighed your immense guilt.
Your assistant searched for a witty comeback, her eyes darting around the room before settling on the sketchbook from earlier. Your eyes widened when you realized what she was aiming for but it was too late. In one swift movement Emma had snatched up your sketchbook and flipped to the page your were working on earlier.
"Lovesick schoolgirl, huh? What about this? What is this supposed to be then?" She smirked brandishing your five minute sketch of your mystery boy. You jumped up and tried to grab it from her though you're efforts were wasted as Emma was almost 5 inches taller than you as she was wearing heels that looked like they could kill someone.
"Give it back~" you whined as she held the drawing out of reach, but it only made her smirk grow. "If you want it back then tell me who is he!" She demanded grinning mischievously. You crumpled to the floor in defeat, "I have the Right to Remain Silent, I don't have to tell you anything." You turned you're head away defiantly.
She only clucked her tongue, "you won't tell me? Not even for waffles?~" she drawled, accenting the word 'waffle'. You glared at her, "you really think I'd be so weak minded that I would cave at the mention of foo-"
You cut off your words as you caught another whiff of chocolate coming from upstairs, "fine. I'll tell you everything as long as I get those waffles!" You declared. Emma grinned and dropped the sketchbook in your lap, "now speak!" She ordered playfully.
"It's just some boy that walked in some time ago," you defended yourself as Emma glided upstairs to tend to the food.
You shook your head to clear it but your own words echoed in your mind. Just some boy. Yes, that's all he was. Just a boy.
"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. And dinner's on at 6."
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