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she takes a moment to set the tulips on the counter , index finger roaming the open catalog . “ hm . pink might clash with the red – daisies ! ” why didn’t she think of it sooner ? she dashes past him once more, grabbing a few flowers from the bin ( not an entire bouquet , just enough to add a slight pop ! ) it’s only when she hurries her way back to the register that daisy realizes how she’d been rambling . her face scrunches up with embarrassment . “ oh – sorry ! i just – guess i got excited . but – yeah , the daisies and tulips would be perfect ! ” and the smile returns , unable to hold back for any longer than a moment .
he watches as she dashes back and forth. clearly she finds flowers to be more than something pretty. he doesn’t mind the rambling, simply leaning against the counter and watching her go. when she apologizes, he shakes his head. “there’s no need to apologize for being interested in something. don’t ever think like that, okay ?? even the most rugged looking guys like myself can be interested in hobbies that aren’t considered common. art is a big passion of mine. i’m no experienced artist who can critique a persons work,” which he doesn’t understand to begin with. art is art, isn’t it ?? creative, free expression of what you feel deep down. who are you to go and say whether its good or bad. “but i know something beautiful when i see it in front of me. so don’t let anybody try to crush your excitement, even if it’s over a flower.” now who was the one rambling ??















