Wendy was carefully arranging the flowers of a bouquet she was about to turn in. It was a gift from a father to his daughter who was about to turn eighteen years old and he wanted to give her a big surprise when she was back home. Wendy smiled just thinking about the happy face the girl would have as soon as she saw the bouquet made of red and pink roses, sunflowers and baby breath. Wendy tried to put as much color as possible, make it as brilliant as the spring of their recent days

Her job as a florist looked easy for most people. There where some people who constantly showered her with compliments and said the truth: her job wasn’t easy. However, a great percentage of her clients just stepped through the front door asking for expensive bouquets and dozens of flowers, thinking it was only about arranging them in a ‘pretty’ shape. Her job was an art…too bad the big art critics weren’t up for a change

During mornings, her job wasn’t as hard as it was during the afternoon where everybody was out of work and, on the way back home, felt the need to buy one of her products. Joy opened the door behind the counter, the one leading to the storage where they kept all kinds of flowers and Wendy was ready to hear Joy’s (not so) motivational speech

“I can’t do this anymore” the taller girl whined “How many arrangements have we done today? I’m tired! It looks like we’ll never end…”

Wendy only nodded. What else could she say? She loved to do this but Joy…well, she was a whole other case. Joy needed to be taken care of just like the flowers they sell. She craved for the attention of everyone around her. She was a sun and every people should be the planets orbiting around her but, for some reason, instead of being a model or an actress or any other profession where she was under the spotlight, she ended up in this store as Wendy assistant

“Just a few more” Wendy tried to cheer Joy up who was leaning on the counter with her face between her own hands, totally bored “It’s a good deal, ok? The pay is nice”

Joy slowly nods and she’s about to go back to the storage one more time when the little bell at the front door echoes all over the store. Both girls turn their head to the same place and both, maybe by the strange visit, end up in complete silence

Closing the door is a woman not so tall, maybe slightly taller than Wendy but not so much like Joy. She wore a black leather jacket on top of a white shirt, slightly tight jeans and boots along a black cap on top of her head and long hair let loose. Wendy thought the girl had a faint scent to gasoline maybe after riding a motorcycle or something close to it. She looked way to ‘hardcore’ for a store like theirs. Joy immediately raised an eyebrow and smirked…Wendy knew what she had in mind

“Good afternoon!” Joy suddenly said in a high pitched tone while she fixed her apron used to keep her clothes clean “Can I help you?”

The girl stopped for a moment before clearing and smiling. It was an awkward but sincere smile, Wendy thought she looked really cute

“Uhm…I’m looking for a special kind of flower” The new client was far from the counter, maybe ten steps away or more. She buried her hand in one of her jacket pockets and pulled a small crumpled piece of paper “Cry-Chrysanthemum?”

“Yep, that’s their name” Wendy said with a smile, trying to make the girl more at ease “We got those in store”

“O-oh! Great!” Giggling, the girl finally reached the counter and she was too out of herself to worry about the obvious heart eyes that Joy was throwing at her “I need a dozen of those, please”

“I’ll get them!” Joy practically ran towards the storage. Wendy couldn’t hold back her laugh as she saw the excited girl and soon silence filled the store. There wasn’t much conversation between her and her clients anyways

But this ‘biker’ girl tried to make some conversation. Her curious brown eyes looked at the big bouquet that Wendy’s been working on since hours ago and opened in a cute way. Wendy was used to this kind of reactions or sights all the time but for some reason, this girl made her laugh and left her with a warm feeling inside her chest

“Wow…did you made this?”

Wendy nodded a few times before her hands picked a rose and placed it in the right place

“Mhm, it’s a gift for a girl from her father. Even when roses are used for a love between well…lovers, I know the girl will get the message”

“Ahh, I know what you mean! It’s the language of the flowers, right?” The girl leans on the counter “I heard about that before, it’s nice”

“Of course, it’s really interesting. Don’t you think that a florist needs to know that to the heart?”

“Yeah, that’s obvious”

There was a brief pause. In the background, Joy low whistling tune was a happy sound. After some time, the conversation came back

“My name is Seulgi by the way”

“Hi Seulgi, I’m Wendy”

Another brief pause. Wendy was too into her job to make some small talk and besides, she was about to finish. She only needed a few flowers here and there and her job will finally be done

“I think working with flowers for so long has it’s consequences, right?”

Wendy felt strange with the question, she almost frowned as she looked at Seulgi

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you’re just as beautiful as the flowers. It must be ‘cause you treat them so well”

Blushing, Wendy could only look straight at Seulgi almost stuttering thanks to the loving words. The ‘biker’ girl had a big smile with her round cheeks as red as Wendy’s, her eyes getting lost into two crescent moons and a cute little laugh hiding her embarrassment. She looked like an absolute teddy bear. Just in that moment, Joy came back with the dozen Seulgi asked for

“Here you go”

Seulgi bowed and took the flowers before placing some money on the counter, much more than the flower price

“Have a good day!” Joy said in her bright, cheery voice as Seulgi waved and said goodbye. Through one of the store windows, the girls could see Seulgi getting on a motorcycle and riding into the city streets while she held onto the flowers with one hand

Joy let out a sigh, just like the school girl in love with the popular athlete. Wendy shook her head and came back to her bouquet, still blushing hard at the words she heard

“I hope she’s back soon” said Joy with a pout and a sad, disappointed voice “If she came every day, I wouldn’t mind working here”

Wendy looked at the money on the counter and she held back a gasp. Chrysanthemums where expensive, of course, and a dozen could be as expensive as any phone on the market. But Seulgi paid way more than they needed…and she left something among the money: the crumpled paper with a phone number written on it

“You’re right” Wendy followed along Joy’s game. She loved working in this place and even if Seulgi never came back, she would still work here “I hope she’s back soon”

Maybe then, Wendy will have a lavender rose ready for her

A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote on my phone a while ago. I’ve always wanted to write something related to the language of the flowers and I’m glad I finally made it :’) By the way! Vote on the poll for the next chapter hehe I’m on my wenseul agenda yet again. Thank you so much for keeping up with this story! You guys are the best