* ADVISOR / DIVINE .

          AT LEAST THERE was an understanding there before them. It was ALWAYS tiresome to have someone, friend or stranger, not UNDERSTAND what it was like to lose train of THOUGHT at the most curious of places. It allowed a quiet sigh of REASSURANCE to pass over pink-tinged lips, the feeling of EASE washing over her before she was drawn back to reality. She had to be CAUTIOUS. Life always had surprises in WAITING, good and bad, so she had to be READY.

          BUT HER GAZE was caught by the NIMBLE movements of the woman, an ever-slight narrowing over her gaze GIVING forth. Cautious and ready for ANYTHING. This soon would DISAPPEAR when the flower was held out to her. This was TRULY surprising. With delicate movements, fingertips would carefully PLUCK the flower from the other, eyes now FOCUSED on the gentle PETALS.

❝ — Thank you, my lady, this is truly a beautiful flower. Can I ask why you are giving me this, and what it symbolizes? ❞

     looks like her gift was appreciated. that was good. one of the rules the manager had told her when she first started was to make the customers ( even those who said they weren’t ) happy. to brighten up their day. much like the flowers, she watched over. ❝ my pleasure ! ❞

     however, when asked for the symbolization, the girl would pause. the meaning was something she believed would sound personal if revealed, remembrance. after all, there was good memories and bad alike. whichever one this woman had been caught in could determine just what expression she’d make when she found out.

          IN HER LIFE she had known of people who would, well USED to, walk the streets with a BASKET of flowers on their arm. She also knew that those of higher STATUS would hold grand bouquets of flowers, with ELEGANT vases, that would decorate their homes, even TEMPLES would have them dedicated to the GODS. No matter where she went, child or teen, in the old lands of Rome or GREECE there would be all sorts of FLORA around. All the SHADES of colour she could imagine would be PAINTED onto the beauty of NATURE, it was the only time she could ever feel CONNECTED to her great-grandmother; Gaia, the original mother EARTH. Having never truly known her, which was a PITY from what she could remember of people telling her about DEAREST mother earth, nature was the only way to ever feel close to the MYSTERIOUS Titaness.  

          THE WORDS SHE heard from the other caught her SWIFTLY, mind shaking away the memories before her eyes relaxed on the SHORTER woman. Was there anything she actually NEEDED help with? She couldn’t remember, she just RECALLED seeing the flowers and being drawn to them. A memory of home.

❝ — Ah, I’m unsure actually. I just saw the flowers outside and was rather caught by their beauty. ❞

     so she was lost in thought. it was understandable, the beauty of flowers were things to stare at. she could recall doing the same when she was younger. but this woman seemed further lost in thought, borderline remembering something really. flowers could bring up memories, she knew that very well; lycoris or spider lilies made her think of cordelia. which was why she had a vase by her bed.

     auburn hues would shift a little to the side, searching for a particular flower before smiling. gladiolus, the flower of remembrance. hopefully, it wouldn’t be a problem if she gave the woman the flora. ❝ that’s understandable. this shop has a lot of stunning flowers to look at. ❞

     faythe almost turned her head too sharply as if she’d been suddenly startled into reality , but REALIZATION donned on her features as the garment entered her vision and something gentle softened her eyes ; she treated the crown like GLASS , seating it atop her head with surprising delicacy , bringing her fingers to her chin and then bowing them . 

     she mouthed the meaning along with the gesture , DELIGHTED with the gift , ‘ thank you . ‘

     hazel hues would widen at the sign language, something she had been slowly learning at her own pace. after being diagnosed with selective-mutism, it would be helpful to use when she was without pen and paper. hand would copy the motion in front of her ( as asl had no gesture for you’re welcome ), fingers on her chin with the palm facing towards her before moving it forwards. the smile that was added only showed how happy she was.

     “ sure , do you want it as take-out or sit here ? “ arms leaned onto the counter , a genuine smile always remaining on his lips. “ are you a new customer ? i haven’t seen you before. “

✿⋆.·ﾟAFFECTIONATE MEME | ACCEPTING [ @subrecovering ]☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

     ❝ anyways, one of the customers i had today asked for a very weird bouquet to be made. it was supposed to mean - ❞ was eleana rambling ? perhaps. but what else was she suppose to do when hanging out with futaba. of course, they could talk about games but the younger girl asked the brunette to talk about her day. so that’s what she was doing … or rather, she was complaining really.

     hands were even moving, further emphasizing her annoyance towards her customers, only to pause when she felt a head leaning on her shoulder … or lower back really because of height. head shifted a little to look at the auburn-haired girl, who leaned on the brunette’s back, hands holding her phone. was she bored ? ❝ …sorry, is what i’m talking about boring you ? i can change the topic if you want. ❞

     “ welcome to choco cafe! how can i help you? “ an immediate greet upon the bell’s ringing once the door was opened and kou put on one of his warmest smiles, waving at the new customer. 

     heart was still thudding in her chest, even as she walked away from the woman. this was going to take some time, to just calm down. thumb shifted to her ring, flicking the inner spinner section absentmindedly before she paused, hazel hues shifting to a cafe. choco cafe ... it was a recommendation one of her classmates had mentioned. maybe, she could take a break ? yeah, that’s what she’d do.

     the door to the florist opened, the brunette only shifted a little to glance at the customer before returning to her current task; wrapping up a bouquet. it was an odd one, a mix of white carnations, white chrysanthemums and hydrangeas. a strange combination, roughly translating to ‘ thank you for understanding the innocent truth ’. of course, hydrangeas had a second meaning of ‘ heartless ’ but she was sure that wasn’t it.