( ready, set, @hypcbeast! )
“hi, what can i d--” hand stops mid-air, just as she’s about to reach for a tulip to put in the bouquet that she was fixing up, when she sees who’s entered her shop. now that wasn’t someone she was expecting to see today. or maybe ever again, really.
it’s not everyday you run into your ex but it also doesn’t seem like an accident that he’s in this particular flower shop. a rush of memories come swirling in her head just by the sight of him-- all the nights she spent trying to study but ended up distracted by him, the little lunch dates they’d have where it felt like nobody else was there eating with them. and then, of course, the break up.
daisy shakes her head at the thought, not wanting to remember one of the lower moments of her life right now. not in front of him, at least. “um... hi. are you here to buy flowers?”











