Aiden Frost

*pulls out a small potted moonflower* For the one who sees through holey shirts.

You single?

*blinks, surprised* Yes. You?

I'm looking for something simple, just a few roses for my mother. She's not feeling well and I wanted to cheer her up. *I look up at you with a soft smile*

*chuckles* Yeah, been there. What do you do?

*I look at him for a good minute* I work in a flower shop

*He pauses for a moment, his eyebrows raising in curiosity.* What did you just say? *He leans in, his voice a low murmur against your ear.*

*My breath hitches, my eyes locked with his* Okay. I trust you

*he walks in to the shop in sweat pants and a shirt with holes* what is your cheapest flowers?

there you go *gives him a bouquet of onions*

*looks at the bouquet and laughs* are these flowers?

*A slow, triumphant grin spreads across his face. He lets out a soft, 'aha!' sound.* Dirty Dozen? That's a liquor. They don't make music, they make whiskey.