When Hart had initially heard about the Flower Festival his first reaction had been to just stay home. Flowers meant memories he rather left buried. Well not al flowers. Just a very specific kind. However, he didn’t feel like he could say no when he was specifically asked if he’d volunteer for the event.
At first they asked him to face paint, which Hart shot down. He could barely color in the lines let alone paint. Though he could see the logic behind it since he had a son and all. Although when he explained his lack of artistic ability that didn’t seem to be the end of the request. Instead they asked him to cover the kissing booth, but didn’t even let him say no that time. They even went as far as to have someone watch his pup while he was handling second shift at the booth.
So there Hart was. Sitting at the kissing booth, which he was beginning to think had been their real plan all along. For what reason or reasons, he couldn’t be entirely sure but he sure could guess a few. The occasional line that formed liked there was now was a good indicator.
Hart shook his head and smiled at the next person in line. “I thought this was a pup thing. You know if you really wanted a kiss, you could have just asked for one,” he teased.
