#hello lover

you responded, getting a better look at the towering man in front of you. he had curly short brown hair, almond shaped alluring brown eyes, and honey tan skin covered in freckles. he had to be at least 6'3, (190 cm), but was likely taller. he was pretty muscular, you could see it through the tee shirt he was wearing. his biceps stretched the sleeves that would be loose on the average person, and his pecs filled in the chest of the black shirt.

why does he lowkey have bigger tits then me... put them away slut.

you thought as you stared a second too long before snapping back into the right train of thought. shit. late. you're late.

"sorry, i'm in a rush,"

you said as you side stepped to get past his broad shoulders, pulling up the route to quaint petals on your phone as you speed walked to your car. slamming the door, you glanced back at the entrance of oak street apartments. the man was turned around, staring right back at you like he couldn't decide if he recognized you or not. you started the car as a shiver when down your spine.

you pulled out of the parking lot, glancing for oncoming cars. flicking your eyes to the rear-view mirror, you didn't see the man anymore. you didn't know why or even how he would follow you, you're in a car, but there was an odd lingering tickling in back of your mind.

you've never met him before, but maybe you've seen him in passing. he definitely attended the same college because the door he was looking for belonged to samual, a neighbor two doors down from your own apartment, who you had a lecture with.

you shook off the feeling as you parked on across the street from quaint petals. stepping into the plant nursery, you grabbed your apron and started the routine you've done enough times that there's a pretty solid chance you could do it eyes closed. although you might knock a few pots over. maybe more than a few.

rringg

"welcome! if you need any help, feel free to ask!"

you automatically said hearing the bell on the door jingle as someone walked in. you gave a courtesy glance at the entrance, and let out a squeaked when you recognized the customer as the man you gave directions to 2 hours ago. you ducked under the counter, hoping he didn't see you.

wait. why don't i want him to see me?

you slowly stood back up, eyeing him. he was wearing the same clothes, grey sweatpants and a black tee shirt, he must have gotten though working with sammy. you didn't like sammy very much, not really for any reason, he just was one of those college assholes who thought way more of themselves then they should.

he's kind of cute, in a muscular "i could kill you by squeezing your skull in my bicep" way.

maybe that's not cute.

you started to stare out the window. there was a mourning dove perched on a fence bordering the park across the street. you watched, lost in thought about why this man could be here.

"do you know what this flower means? they're pretty but meaning is important for me."

blinking to focus on the flower he was holding out, a daffodil, you racked your brain for the message this flower sent. there are way too many meanings and way too many flowers to remember them all perfectly.

"uhh... daffodil, so... hope?"

you said, noticing the browning on the petals. frowning, you muttered

"is jess not watering these enough or is she not replacing them..? i told her she needs to keep better track..."

you stepped around the counter, walking over to the daffodils. you could hear the surprisingly light footsteps of the man - i need to find out his name because i keep just calling him "the man" in my head - checking all the other flowers in the bunch to make sure they weren't browned too, you asked

"are you buying a bouquet for someone?"

kind of hoping the answer is no... he's lowkey cute

"kind of? i want to give this to someone i met recently, but i think that might be weird..."

"mhm. well, if the bouquet is larger, it can come off as more intense and quote 'weird', but for some people a small bouquet is a thoughtful way to ask someone out."

ok ai overview, you didn't need to go on a spiel.

"is it to ask someone out? i guess bouquets can also be platonic."

you glanced up. only three out of the twenty-five of the daffodils had some browning on them. he was staring at the yellow flowers where your fingers had brushed over the delicate petals, with a slight longing expression baring on his face.

"um... what's your name?"

"lukas. the bouquet is to ask her out, but i think it might be off... making? that doesn't sound right. what's the word?"

"...off putting?"

you respond, eyebrows scrunching.

that's a relatively common phrase... maybe he does have to think about things more...

"yeaahh, off putting. anyways, i would looove to spend time with her but i really don't know how to ask..."

"well... if you know something that she really likes, you could do something related to that."

"ahhh, thanks for the advice. what's your name?"

"no problem. i'm {name}."

he stepped back, leaving the shop.

was he literally just asking about how to ask a girl out? that's cute. he's pretty cute too. if he asked me out i would for sure say yeah. hope whatever girl he asks out says yes. he said his name was lukas. that fits him pretty well.

let's switch out these flowers before another customer sees them.

all though, the street is pretty empty, so i don't need to rush.

a/n: i was looking at some himbo x reader and yandere x reader and was like "wait... i see potential..." and got this idea. hope you like it! chapters will either be once a week or a day early or late. depending on how much i feel like actually studying...