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stryifan

It was only a matter of time, really. One couldn't expect to put two scatterbrained people together and have them spend a whole day without short attention spans getting them separated at one point or another. Min had only wandered away for a moment, but by the time she'd turned back, Jaeho was gone, likely on a similar adventure in the opposite direction. At least it wasn't the end of the world that she'd suddenly lost her friend, as he'd likely turn up sooner or later, so she wasn't overly fussed and after a brief search simply went on her own way. Out of courtesy, though, she did make sure her phone was on and the volume was on maximum so she would hear were he to grow frustrated searching and call her. In the meantime, she'd just have a little walk around and maybe buy herself another snack. She'd already sampled most every treat the festival had to offer, but she was sure she'd find something that had yet to be shoved into her face.

"Huh," she hummed thoughtfully to herself as she stepped up to a food stall to buy some popcorn, only to realize she had come to stand beside a familiar figure. Given a rather dramatic height difference between them, she comically leaned away until she was nearly bent over backwards in order to look up at the man's face, a pleased grin crossing her own as she greeted with a questionably pleasant tone to her voice, "Professor Wu, fancy meeting you here." Dropping her gaze a bit, she took note of the fact the man was drenched, clothes sticking to his skin. Tutting, she added with an exaggerated woefulness, "And you're all wet. Did you already finish volunteering for the dunk tank? I was hoping to get in on that action. Oh well, maybe next year..."

If you asked Huang Zitao how he had come to be being dragged near a haunted house by a man he had met less than a month ago, he wouldn't have been able to articulate it. Wu Yifan had barged into his flower shop one day without warning and all but extorted the blonde into a date and somehow had gotten the humble son's attention. There were many frustrating things about Yifan, like his work ethic and his spoiled sensibilities but he was a kind person and almost endearingly helpless when it came to fending for himself. He had called Zitao nearly every day since they had met without regard for his phone bill or schedule, which was both frustrating but also sweet.

So, when the elder had come to drag him away from his festival stall he had known he'd lose the argument. The boy was weak for his helpless attitude and handsome smile. But, had he known exactly where the professor had planned to drag him off to he would have put up more of a fight. He grew tense just looking at the pictures outside the courage trail they had set up in the woods. The sun had drifted below the horizon leaving all the lighting up to lanterns and Zitao was not enthused. He squeezed Yifan's large hand tightly enough that it probably was a bit uncomfortable, pulling him back from the line.

"I don't like haunted houses..."he mumbled, looking at his feet, a bit too embarrassed to admit that he was petrified of anything ghastly. He had never liked horror movies and being a superstitious person he had done everything he could to avoid supernatural encounters. Of course, he knew the ghosts along the way would be civilians in costumes but if he was a ghost he figured it'd be the perfect time to torment some unsuspecting soul (because he figured that's just about all ghosts cared about, and the movies seemed to support his theory). He had to stand up straight to keep from shuttering at the very thought.

stryifan

Contrary to popular belief, work in a flower shop was not always a peaceful and tranquil profession. It wasn't uncommon for Mudan to be buzzing with activity, which often devolved into chaos as holidays came about. Even on normal days, however, with orders streaming in, flowers to be arranged, and deliveries going out, there truly never was a dull moment. When Min had first taken on the job, it had been with the hope of finding an easy source of income while she finished up her schooling, but she quickly learned there was nothing easy about floristry. It took months of stress and clumsiness with a few disasters along the way for her to adapt to the hectic routine, but as it became more familiar, she oddly came to enjoy being kept so busy. Now, after five months employed, entering the shop each afternoon following class to start a shift of constant work became just another part of her day, and one that made her happy.

With her boss having stepped out for a bit, leaving her alone for a short while, Min found herself being the one to answer phones and check the computer, busily taking down orders in between popping into the back room to continue working on some arrangements. The upcoming weekend there was a wedding they had several orders for, nothing new as spring and summer typically brought in the wedding season, and there was still quite a bit to be worked on to have everything ready to go once the big day arrived. Doing arrangements all on her own was a newer development, especially without supervision, but Min had gotten the hang of this part of her job as well and loved to truly work with the flowers herself, taking great care to assure everything was perfectly in place in order to make someone's day special.