prompt: delaney loses a bet to oliver.
oliver wasn’t big on flowers. she’d never been good at caring for them, or herself for that matter, and they’d always wind up dying within days. thus, no point had ever been seen in receiving or buying them. but . . . sometimes they were required for work, and today was one of those days. she’d walked into the local floral shop with the intention of buying rose petals, only to end up sticking around. off-handedly, she’d bet the man at the register that the customer who’d been standing by the bouquets for twenty minutes must’ve cheated on his wife. the other, suggested it to simply be anniversary related. she’d scoffed, ever the pessimist, and the two shook on a ten dollar bet. of course, the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows . . . much to oliver’s delight. “ told ya, ” the older beams as the door slams shut behind him, hand extended towards the florist. “ time ‘ta pay up, flower boy. ” / @unwoe