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“I’ve yet to introduce myself, I’m Vasyl. a lot of flower shops in the area know me. I…spend a lot of my time helping out the shops as well. Think of me as your local handyman. I do any type of work as long as it doesn’t interfere with my other job.” He placed a hand on his chest and bowed his head quickly before fixing his gaze back on the male. Vasyl was well known between the flower shops, knowledgeable and useful when it came to hands on jobs. The old ladies loved him and he kept the children entertained, easily continuing to do maintenance work with several children hanging off his arms.

Each flower shop owner was different. One was clumsy and forgetful, another one wanted her son to grow up and do whatever he wanted instead of forcing him to take over the shop, another one was strictly by the book when it came to taking care of plants but this one in front of him. He was slightly different, a different look in his eyes. Slightly more curious and a little more knowledgeable. His eyes held a little something more than Vasyl was more than curious about.

He expected to have a problem saying it, given that it wasn’t a common name in either Korean or in his native tongue of Chinese, but it fell from his lips almost like a word in a song. People said that a quality he had was being able to find the beauty in anything, and if he had to admit it, he’d have to say that the man’s name was probably one of the most beautiful things that he got the chance to say.  It had its own unique finesse. Obviously, he liked it. He even repeated it to himself a couple more times, but like before, it wouldn’t be a big surprise if the other heard him. Hopefully, the man would think nothing of it though. Instead, he’d think he was just getting used to how it’s pronounced. 

“My name’s Lu Han. You’re welcome to call me whatever you want though.” He wasn’t exactly sure if the other was looking his way, but he thought it would be rude if he didn’t do anything more than introduce himself. He took the chance then and turned toward the other, giving more of a formal bow to show his respects then took his place right back next to him, hands clasped behind his back now.

“I’m from China. Mama and Papa thought I would be better off out here in Korea though, so when I turned 23 I moved out here. Started my own business. Kind of… Carried on Mama’s.” It wouldn’t be noticeable to the other man given that the two weren’t facing the other, but his expression softened when he said that. HIs parents, more-so his mother, was a huge soft spot to the florist. They made him everything he was was today. He owed them practically everything.

“Do I look good?” He chortled while walking over toward the mirror to get a better look at himself.

“You look perfect, silly!” He joined in on the laugh for a moment then wandered behind the counter to pull out a small hand mirror instead, rushing in front of him so he’d look there instead. “What do you think?”

“Do it for me?” 

“i am tired of the place, i hope people change.

i need time to replace what i gave away.

and my hopes they are high, i must keep them small.

though i try to resist, i still want it all.”

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