❝ roses. ❞ the word sticks to her tongue, ending half-dragged from her lips & hanging in the air before it even forms in her throat. fingers move slowly, pinching at ruby-colored petals, squeezing just enough to form indents. ❝ d’you have any? well, that’s a stupid question oh, what colors d’you have them in? ❞ ( * i go silent, i go silent & allow my word to kiss the atmosphere & be greeted with silence. ) her sticky, sticky mouth turned into a cherry-red grin. a random pot is picked up & turned around in her hands. baby’s breath, perfect for another time, not quite right for today. girl-sleuth sticks her tongue from a corner of her mouth & she hums a gentle tune, jaw unhinging & more syllables of rich velveteen pressing themselves to the air. ❝ i hear they’re good for certain occasions, not just romantic ones, i mean . . . or, if you’ve got other ones also, if i could ask you a question or two. ❞
❛ ROSES . ❜ he repeats , eyes fixated on the book he held in his hands . some things could wait , he thinks . it seems as if he isn’t paying attention to her . and he isn’t . isn’t even paying attention to the book either . he’s stuck in some sort of blank trance , doesn’t remember what he was doing before he had heard her voice . head lifts , gazes ‘pon her . he’ll give a welcoming smile , sets book to the side . ❛ apologies . ever read a book so good it’s as if your eyes are practically glued to the page ? ❜ a sense of unease comes over him the longer he happens to stare at the girl , an anxiety forming in the pit of his vessels stomach . ❛ onto business then . why don’t we start with color . what color are you looking for ? ❜ rises from his seat , the tall lanky figure makes his way toward her . only then , is the silence broken by the clicking of his shoes . long slender fingers graze against leaves and petals as he steps toward she sleuth . then she speaks again , and he has a feeling deep within his gut she’s not here to ask about flowers . ❛ ask away , miss drew . ❜
