heâs out and about, hanging around in the middle of the pavement with
  a load of bouquets slung in an open bag around his neck, shirt advertising
  the florists, and usually when people stop and start talking to him at this
  point â itâs punk ass white kids calling him a âpussyâ like he actually cares
  about their opinions. flowers are AWESOME â but this guy doesnât look
  like the type. doesnât even look like the type to stop, usually.
       â hmmâ? â he feels his cheeks get warm as he realizes whatâs been said. â oh!
       thanks! you too! uh â â he gives a cursory glance around, before gently pullingÂ
       a flower out of one of the bouquets. â can i just â ? â he mimes tucking it behind
       his ear, smiling reassuringly. â itâll totally go with your outfit. â heâs joking, mostly,
       and itâs obvious â an only-slightly nervous laugh accompanying.Â