Pretty Baby

Bailey Michaels, Twenty Four, Florist by trade,

[adrianthefox]

[ Adrian leans over and kisses the top of Bailey’s head, setting a tupperware container on the table ]I did. I was experimenting in the kitchen, so I’m sorry if the spices are a little odd.

[baileysmichael]

Should I be worried? I'm not going to get food poisoning am I? That's the reason I stopped cooking for the both of us. 

[adrianthefox]

Sometimes I worry that you’re closer to your flowers than you are to me, and this just proves my point.

[baileysmichael]

Flowers aren't warm like, that's mean. I quite like you, but I wouldn't hug me now, you might end up with a thorn in unsavory places. Did you bring me lunch?

[lonelygvn]

Falling out of your hair, that’s positively adorable. I thought you meant — —

            — — Other places. [ she turns bright red ]

[baileysmichael]

Your cheeks are such a pretty shade of pink, like chrysanthemums. 

[lonelygvn]

You can keep that one to yourself. Goodness.

[baileysmichael]

Why? Don't you think it's funny? I'm like a little tree nymph, with thorns falling out of my hair at every turn. 

[baileysmichael]

After a few hours in the shop, I keep finding rose thorns in more and more concerning places.