Let's Talk Passion → Fox and Oliver
The florist had noticed the pacing figure outside though he hadn’t noticed just who it was - and to be honest he wasn’t all that worried or alarmed by it though some people entering the small flower shop certainly seemed a little confused by it. This was New York, there were people from all walks of life here and certainly more than enough of them came through the doors of his shops. He’d had his share of crazy, homeless, upper class and wealthy stick their noses among the flowers he sold, so the pacing figure didn’t even bother a thought in the back of his mind as he busied himself with setting out the newest batch of roses that had arrived. The sound of the bell above the door, however, signalling someone entering the store, made the Oliver glance up with slight excitement and curiosity; always happy to see new and old faces in his store.
The one he did see this time, briefly before he watched him duck his head a little, increased the small smile and spread a little dull warmth through his chest as he felt a little brighter. He hadn’t met Fox face to face before, and to be honest he didn’t actually think he’d ever find the other man in his shop but, after a few quick checking glances, he was positive that it was exactly who had wandered into his shop. Clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses a little, the tiny framed man made his way up to the other and tucked his hands behind his back as he rocked forward on the balls of his feet. “Can I help you?” His tone was playful, knowing, poking gentle fun at the other male.
“No.”
It was his first reaction to nearly every single person that asked if he needed assistance and it took him by surprise how quickly it slipped out from his mouth before he could catch it. “I mean, I don’t really need help. I just, I came to see you. Not you, but…I don’t know what I was going to say.” Fox rubbed his nose with the side of his index finger, looking down at his feet and then raising his eyes back to the shorter male. This was what he was afraid about, tripping up over his words and proving that he wasn’t exactly the same as he was online. Real life was such a more dangerous place. “I was curious, that’s all.” Fox ended up saying, feeling like that would suffice since he couldn’t find any suitable words that he could string together in order to make sense.
“I wanted to see the shop and the flowers and you in the shop. Because you work here which means you are here. I should stop talking, honestly.” He nervously laughed, shoving his hands into his front pockets and looking around as if something would come out from the corners and rescue him from the failure that was happening. His lack of interaction with other people when he was young always came back to bite him in the ass and it was times like these when he wished everything would have been different.
