(as info, that’s not Fili’s name in the notebook. It’ just a radom name of one of Kíli’s customers. I only noticed that this might seem so today)
Kíli peeks at the blond man standing in front of the tulips while arranging the sunflowers anew, sorting the withering flowers out. He will take the old flowers home with him and gift some the old lady living next door to the brunet; it would be a shame to throw the still beautiful flowers away just because he can’t sell them anymore.
The muffled sound of Uriah Heep’s- Lady in Black sounds through the shop, coming from the white headphones the blond wears around his neck. Kíli can see the sinfully curved lips moving silently to the text and he wonders if the blond can sing.
“Excuse me? I think I’ll take a small bouquet with gerbera this time… and an orange tulip extra, please.” The man startles Kíli out of his musings.
The blond gives Kíli an amused smile when he looks into the brown eyes, as if knowing that Kíli’s thoughts were circling about him.
“Of course.” Kíli answers, trying to ignore the piercing blue eyes on him and the heat rising in his cheeks when he walks over to the blond and carefully takes the requested flowers out of their vases.
“Do you want it like the usual or with less green accessories?” the florist asks and walks over to his work bench.
“Ah, with less is fine.” He hears the other mumble and starts to work, grabbing some fern first.
“Here you go.” Kíli smiles and holds the simple, though beautiful bouquet out to the man, waiting for him to take the flowers. After a short silence and a blinding smile from the blond, he takes the bouquet and the single tulip.
“Thanks, it looks beautiful.” The blond man praises Kíli’s work and mumbles something that Kíli can’t catch. But before Kíli can ask what he said the blond fishes out his money and quickly pays.
“Thanks, I’m glad you like it.” Kíli says a bit confused for the man’s sudden haste but tries not to think much of it.
“Ah-uhm, this-this is for you actually.” The blond holds out the wrapped orange tulip, a shy smile playing on his lips.
“Wha-Why?” Baffled Kíli takes the flower, not thinking over it, just taking it from the handsome man.
“I have to go. I’ll see you then.” The blond hurries towards the door but gives Kíli a last smile, dimples showing in red tinted cheeks, and vanishes out of the shop and into the bustling street.
Perplexed Kíli stares after the blond, the tulip whipping softly in his hand. Then, slowly a broad grin appears on Kíli’s lips before a happy laugh escapes his lips and he smells a the flower.
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