Part 3 of the snapshots of my florist/tattoo artist AU!
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Luz tries to count her breaths. One, in, two, out. Three, in, four, out.
She can do this. She can totally do this.
She doesn’t know where her false confidence came from yesterday, but Flower Girl was just so pretty and so angry and she was desperate to get her to smile. So now here she is, standing outside the flower shop holding a chai latte for a girl whose name she doesn’t even know, just because she was kind of hot when she was angry.
God, Luz is so gay.
But she can’t help it! As soon as Flower Girl took the bucket off her head, Luz’s heart started doing cartwheels, and her bisexuality perked up like a dog looking for food, and that was it. She’d do anything to impress this girl.
She takes one more deep breath and marches into the shop, head held high.
“Oh thank god,” Flower Girl says, lounging behind the counter with her cheek resting on her fist. “You were standing out there for, like, five minutes. It was painful to watch.”
Luz turns a bright crimson. “W-what???”
“Um,” Flower Girl says, and points to the front of the store. There is a very sizable space that isn’t covered in flowers, perfectly large enough to watch a bisexual loser pace back and forth on the street.
“I- that’s not- I was just-” Luz stutters as Flower Girl watches her with indifferent golden eyes. “Hmm?”
“Just- here.” Luz thrusts the tea into Flower Girl’s hand. Their fingers brush. It’s totally no big deal.
Flower Girl stares at the tea in her hand like it’s a bomb about to go off. “I didn’t poison it, you know,” Luz says. “You can drink it.”
Flower Girl takes a reluctant sip.
“Hmm,” she says.
“That means you like it!”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“Your eyebrows were a little less scrunched up when you took that sip.”
Flower Girl scoffs. “You’re wrong,” she says. “I hated it.”
“Sure,” Luz says, smiling. “Anyway, I’m gonna be late, and I don’t wanna know what Eda does to late apprentices, so I’m out. Byeeeee”
She practically runs out the door before she can embarrass herself more, but not before throwing a “see you tomorrow!” over her shoulder.