![]() While Baz loved flowers and their meanings, most customers did not care to even think about the purchases they were making. ![]() He could talk for hours about flowers, but the customers would not want to hear it. His father had even taken an interest in his hobby and had helped him grow a garden, agriculture a distant passion that related to his son’s newfound love. Since he had been a child he had loved to spend his free time in the library studying flowers. Even though it was often Agatha who helped the customers make decisions about arrangements, it was actually Baz who had the most knowledge about the different species of flowers they grew. He wasn’t like Agatha, he hated putting on a show for customers. If he was being honest with himself, the reason that he continued to work here was not because he felt obligated to, but because he actually enjoyed it. He was doing this job on the side of going to college, but he didn’t need the money. His father was an agricultural giant in the region and their family lived quite comfortably in the already affluent area. Why didn’t he quit? Truthfully he didn’t actually need the job. He hadn’t offered that bit as explanation, it wasn’t his responsibility to do so, but he understood why she felt stung by the rejection.Īs the customers continued to gawk at Agatha’s beautiful smile, Baz turned over her question in his head. As lovely as Agatha looked, and as interesting as she was as a person, Baz was gay. It was a bold move and one that Baz respected wholeheartedly, but he had declined her offer immediately. A week ago after work, when they were getting some late night coffee, Agatha had taken a leap of faith and asked him on a date. Even as he had snapped at her a moment ago, he felt a smidgen of sympathy for her. She was also particularly irritated with Baz at the moment and, though it wasn’t his fault, he could understand why. “Thanks for the suggestion,” he snapped back, glaring at her retreating back as she replaced her irritation with a sing-songy voice for the customers.Īgatha was not actually as warm as she appeared but she could put on a good show. The thing was, Agatha’s bubbly customer service did not necessarily extend to her general personality. ![]() “If you hate being here so much,” she muttered, “Then why don’t you just go ahead and quit?” She walked briskly past Baz to grab a binder that showcased the different vases and ribbon options we had in the store. Customers ate up her bubbly customer service and pretended to understand what she was talking about when she went on about the benefits of certain flowers over others. To look at Agatha was like looking at a sunset, she was bright and warm and soft in a way that made you want to pause and admire her. Agatha liked to be the one to help select arrangements, and their manager Ebb liked that she did so as well. He stood behind the counter of the local flower shop, grumpily ignoring his coworker Agatha, and was waiting to ring up the three or so customers that were currently picking out flower arrangements. It wasn’t that he was particularly upset about the rain, living in Hampshire provided more sunlight than most places in England, but he was already in a bad mood and the rain seemed to be echoing his mood as a mocking gesture. Baz stared gloomily out the window, glowering at the sheeting rain outside.
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