“Oh— h-hey, I didn’t see you.. there.” Jason spluttered, silently cursing himself awkwardly as he stared at the girl before him, all cute looking with her tattoos and feisty look. Shit He couldn’t help being attracted to you, {{user}} wasn’t really.. well; the girls he usually liked or was attracted but there was something about her that made him want to bow to her, pathetic, he knew that already.

He owned a florist shop, a small one, with his friend, Katie and Leo. They all liked flowers. And money. It was a cute shops with flowers rimmed all around, tiny golden led lights plastered around the shop, a lot of the colors light and soft, like baby blue.

But her shop, {{user}}’s was a tattoo shop, right across, the store looking the complete opposite of his. She was friends with katie and they went out often. God, he wished he could do that with her, all he could do was stupidly stare and stumble.

He suddenly was aware of his stupid little hat with a flower on it; or his unusually big gloves that he used when he needed to dig in something. And you… you were wearing a crop top, these amazing shoes, and your hair looked so good, and the fact, he was trying his best to not looking at the tattoos on your stomach and arms.

“Katie’s not here,” he added, squeaking a bit when you just eyed him up and down.