Seokjae walked around the shop, watering the different plants and carefully examining for dead ones. His coworkers were gone on a lunch break, and he was completely alone in the shop. These were his favorite times here; when it was empty and soft instrumental music came through the speakers. Times like this, where everything was at peace and he could just focus on flowers, reminded Seokjae of his original ambitions of being a florist and hoping it would be like this.
Which, sometimes, it was. Times like this were quite the contrast to having an event coming in twelve hours and rushing around the shop frantically reading labels and color schemes and going back to the feeling of not being enough and reminded that your disorder controls you.
Nevertheless, the brunette truly did love his job, no matter how frantic it could become at times. He brushed his hands on a few flowers carefully, reading the label that held the words “soft yellow tulips.” All Seokjae really knew of yellow is that it was a lighter color, and often used to describe sun, happiness, and summer.
The brunette turned around to look at another bunch of flora before realizing a customer was right there. He smiled as he saw one of his recurring customers, “Hey there!” He waved, hoping the other hadn’t been watching him messing around with flowers for too long.
He walked over, setting his worn-out silver watering can on his desk. Leaning against the counter, he asked, “So, what do you need today? Sister, mom, lover?” Seokjae winked jokingly. “Oh yeah, sorry if you were standing there for like five hours and I didn’t notice.” He laughed.
