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I relaxed, dropped my head back, and sighed softly.
Home. The best place in the world.
I reached my flower shop about an hour later. I had sent the others away early and was making an inventory list when the happy tinkle of the bell behind the front door made me come out of the back room. I smoothed my hands over the fabric of my black pencil skirt and fixed my hair a little. Rehearsing my customer-friendly smile one more time, I stepped out the door.
I looked quickly across the room and found a tall, brown haired man standing there, in the middle of my flower shop, looking intently at the fresh flowers all around, the floral arrangements, and the yet-to-bloom buds I kept in the little freezer. My flower shop looked straight out of a fairytale, with its pretty decorations and the happy vibe. Even someone with pollen allergy could get lost without realising.
"Hello," I said in a friendly but soft tone, not wanting to startle him. "May I help you?"
The man turned, a hint of a smile on the corners of his well-defined lips. I was used to dealing with all kinds of customers- rich, good-looking, high-profile. But there was something about this man that made me take notice. His clean shaven face was a combination of masculinity and boyish charm. His eyes were a cross between brown and hazel, and the chiselled jawline with a dimpled chin made him devastatingly handsome. And that body... The jacket was stylish and the t-shirt underneath it clung to his chest and torso, and the tight-fitted jeans defined his firm arse, cutting a sexy, alluring, picture.
I was sure a man like that had never set foot in Velmont Town, let alone in my shop.
"Yeah, hi," he cleared his throat and spoke slowly in his deep voice, "I was looking for some flowers and I thought this was just another flower shop..."
"It is," I said, trying to not smile.
"Uh-huh." He glanced at the ceiling, and the lights from the small chandelier sparkled on his face. "I'd have walked out with a random bouquet by now at any other shop. I wouldn't be so..." he hunted for the right word, "...entranced."
"Well, thank you," I finally smiled, "What kind of flowers are you looking for?"
"I don't know," he shrugged, tugging at the sleeves of his jacket. "I'm on my way to a friend's place for dinner. I wanted to take some flowers along."
"I'd recommend this." I carefully picked up a colourful bouquet of carnations, geraniums, and heliotropes that I'd made. "The flowers here symbolize friendship and warm affection."
"Really?" he smiled, giving me a fleeting glance. "It's lovely. Did you make it?"
"Yes. Would you want it?"
"Sure. Umm... I'm driving. Will this remain alright?"
"Oh yes. Just make sure you keep it upright."
I packed the bouquet and handed it to him. He held it in both hands, admiration flashing in his eyes. "I've never seen such a colourful floral arrangement," he said softly but loud enough for me to hear.
And I'd never seen such a gorgeous man up close in a long time. Of course I didn't say that out loud.
I only smiled in response and took his credit card when he handed it to me. Luke Harris, it read. Without much thought, I made the transaction and gave back the card, along with the receipt.
"Thanks," he smiled as he took one last glance around my shop, before turning to leave. He looked angelic when he smiled. Something told me he was a kind man.
"You're welcome," I smiled back, watching his smart gait as he strode out of my shop, carefully holding the bouquet. I sank into the cushioned chair behind the counter and started to fix a dozen white roses on a tall crystal vase.
I had grown to love flowers since my very early childhood, while tending to my mother's rose bushes and daisies.