He had directed so many people to this florist. He had never actually been in there, but he had walked past it every morning. The guy who worked behind the counter was. God he was cute, there was no other way of saying it. He looked so happy and at peace when working with flowers. Gabe found himself dumbstruck on the sidewalk more times than he would like to admit. The first time he saw it, the guy was working with a bunch of little, pastel blue flowers with long stems. Gabe was pretty sure they were his favorite flowers, now.
God, he was like a damn schoolboy with his first crush, peeking into classrooms to catch a glimpse of him. He ran his tattooed fingers through his hair, tapping the pencil on the pad of paper. It was just, so many sketches of those little flowers, but they never looked right. He supposed he needed the actual thing in order to get it right.
He couldn't believe he was gonna fill up that spaceo n his neck with a flower tattoo. It was gonna be sitting right next to a silhouette of a cat for his sister. He had been saving this space for something special. He supposed, a favorite flower was pretty special.
He sighed and stood up straight, grabbing his wallet and keys, locking the door to his shop as he stepped outside into the sin, jogging over to the florist. He didn't want to take too long, in case he had a walk in, but he needed to get this flower drawn, or it would be bugging him for a long fuckin' time.
He opened the door, breathing in to say something and being overwhelmed by the smell of flowers. He couldn't help his smile. It reminded him of his mom's garden. He opened his mouth again to ask about the flower but let it clack shut. 'Hey, I saw you handing a little blue flower with a long stem a few weeks ago and I've been trying to draw it for a few weeks because I think the way you smiled made it my favorite flower. So ah, can you help me out?'
No, he wasn't that kinda guy. Instead, he would just. Browse. A lot. God, his sister would make this so much easier for him. But also not. She would very much make this harder for him, emotionally. Mostly through the constant teasing.
God, he was like a damn schoolboy with his first crush, peeking into classrooms to catch a glimpse of him. He ran his tattooed fingers through his hair, tapping the pencil on the pad of paper. It was just, so many sketches of those little flowers, but they never looked right. He supposed he needed the actual thing in order to get it right.
He couldn't believe he was gonna fill up that spaceo n his neck with a flower tattoo. It was gonna be sitting right next to a silhouette of a cat for his sister. He had been saving this space for something special. He supposed, a favorite flower was pretty special.
He sighed and stood up straight, grabbing his wallet and keys, locking the door to his shop as he stepped outside into the sin, jogging over to the florist. He didn't want to take too long, in case he had a walk in, but he needed to get this flower drawn, or it would be bugging him for a long fuckin' time.
He opened the door, breathing in to say something and being overwhelmed by the smell of flowers. He couldn't help his smile. It reminded him of his mom's garden. He opened his mouth again to ask about the flower but let it clack shut. 'Hey, I saw you handing a little blue flower with a long stem a few weeks ago and I've been trying to draw it for a few weeks because I think the way you smiled made it my favorite flower. So ah, can you help me out?'
No, he wasn't that kinda guy. Instead, he would just. Browse. A lot. God, his sister would make this so much easier for him. But also not. She would very much make this harder for him, emotionally. Mostly through the constant teasing.