Blue, blue, oh how blue they were.
And, as if on cue, I sucked in my stomach as hard as I could, and looked away , but still watched him from the corner of my eye. Man, I just want a day where I could be happy with the way I looked.
"Why'd you stop?"
I looked back to see Jenny. Crap, I did randomly stop. I moved in and found a two seater and relaxed — stomach and all. When you were sitting down with as many clothes as I was, there was no need to hold that fat in. I leaned back and looked up to see blue eyes looking in our direction.
My heart nearly skipped a beat, nearly because his eyes were fixated on Jenny. Of course.
I rolled my eyes and looked out the window. What was I expecting, she was gorgeous.
"Do you think the flowers will be here today, at least," she asked. She was busy scrolling through F******k — probably looking at the hundred plus likes on her profile picture.
"They better be, or I am going to storm down to his office and collect them myself," I snapped.
Jenny and I needed to prepare for a big wedding coming up, so we needed these flowers to finish our current event to start preparing. With our last wedding, we had a rich couple who were really happy with us, so they spread the word. And, with this upcoming wedding, we could get even bigger.
The only problem is, we also needed to finish organizing other things, such as parties or birthdays, and there were three this week — all sweet sixteens too. And you know how girls of that age can be, if they want something, they wanted it.
One of them especially wanted these flowers — I don’t even remember the name of them — and they were on order. And the party was tomorrow, but at least the venue was set up. Although, we had our own venue we could work out of, anyone could pick another place, or venue, if they wanted it — like in this case.
The tables, the games, the decorations — all done. We just needed those damn flowers. We needed to set everything by six tonight so we could get started on the second birthday party, but our flower supplier was M.I.A. And I was pissed.
I noticed that we were nearing our stop and I got up to get off. As I was getting off, I didn't bother to look back at blue eyes, there was no point. It would just dishearten me more.
And, Jenny didn't even realize he was staring as she walked out, she didn't need to. With her confidence and beauty, she was bound to know people all over would stare. Stepping onto the sidewalk, the wind hit us hard. It was ridiculous, pushing as we tried to walk down the street to our office.
"You know what you need to do," asked Jenny as she unlocked the door.
Lose weight?
"What," I asked instead. If I said that out loud, I knew she would probably strangle me, then go on about how perfect I was.
"You should go talk to the supplier, because guess what's not here," she said as we stepped through the door. I groaned, there were no packages.
"Do I have to, can I call him up," I suggested, despite my earlier threat.
"No, Violet, just go, I'll get the cake boxes ready. Go and visit him, that way he will have to answer you, or, at least, give them to you on the spot."
I sighed, she did have a point.
"...Unless you want to do the cake boxes."
"No, I'm fine," I said quickly before I grabbed my bag off the floor and turned around to leave. I might as well get this over and done with anyway.
Besides, she would be faster with getting the cake boxes done. The cake boxes were samples of the cake the guests would get to take home. They were usually done for weddings but, of course, this time they were for a birthday instead.
And the walk to the flower shop wasn't long, per say, I just hated speaking to him. He was arrogant, rude, and perverted. And — per usual — there he was, the sixty year old man sitting on a chair, smoking his cigar.
"Violin, what a pleasure," he said.
"It’s Violet," I said walking up to him. "I thought you said you would have our flower delivered to us? We still haven't got them," I snapped.
He shrugged and waved a hand around, making the smoke come towards me. I took a step back, wafting my nose.
"The delivery boy isn't here. And I’m too old to carry them myself, if you want, you can get it yourself," he bargained.
"I don’t have a car to do that Samuel, you said you would deliver them. We even paid you extra for it," I said. I really wasn't in the mood. Not only would the spoiled teenager hate us if this party wasn't right, there was a lot more relying on it — like our entire business.
"If you want it, get it yourself ," he said. I sighed.
"Fine, where are they?"
He groaned as he got up , like he was doing all the work, and told me to follow him. He didn’t even bother to put out his cigar, and continued to smoke as he went into the nursery. Surely the smoke was bad for the flowers. He led me back to a storage room, where there were rows and rows of the buckets containing the flowers we ordered.
"You didn't tie them like you said you would," I said exasperatedly as I looked at the loose flowers. They were meant to be tied into small bouquets, not plucked and dumped.
He just shrugged, "this is what I got, take it or leave it."
"I'll take it," I snapped. There was no way I was going to get more flowers from him, ever again. I grabbed one bucket, which was surprisingly heavy, and trudged back to the front.
"I'll be back to collect the others, so stay instead of going," I snapped on my way out. He nodded, and went back to smoking, and I grumbled as I walked back down the street to work. I realized that I must look so weird carrying a bucket, or trying to, but that was what luck was like sometimes; there was none.
"What took you so— what the heck," Jenny said as she saw me.
"Yeah, there is no delivery boy, and they're not what we ordered — not exactly anyways," I mumbled.
"You're joking. What on earth are we meant to do with these," she asked as she picked up a flower and chucked it back in.
"I have an idea," I said grabbing five of the flowers, and held the short stems together. "We can still make cute bouquets like these, and place them on the tables." She nodded in agreement, liking the idea.
It just meant more work for us.
"Good, I'll go get the other buckets," I said just as there was a jingle at the front, signaling that someone was at the counter.
"Can you get that, I have this all over me," she said and held up her hands, PVA glue. The beauty. As little kids I remember peeling them off my fingertips, I also remember, as a little kid, I was skinny.
Stop that Violet! Why does everything you see have to turn into something about weight?
"Can I help you," I asked as I walked up to the counter, and stopped in my tracks. Well kill me now, I thought as I met a pair of green eyes.
"You do weddings, right" questioned the deep voice.
"Eh ... yea," I said distractedly as I tried not to check him out. But there was no point in me looking anyway, he clearly looked like the type of guy to go for someone like Jenny — not me. Especially with that strong jaw, those high cheekbones, lips and face that belonged in a modelling magazine, with a physique that belonged on a sports court.
But then again, wedding — he was getting married. I wonder who the lucky bride was.
"Can I book one?"
"Look, we're really busy at the moment, do you mind just sitting for a while, I'll be back soon," I said and walked around the counter. I don't know where the rude behaviour came from, maybe it was with the way he was staring at me; with a smirk on his face.
"You look free," he replied.
I raised an eyebrow at him. "No, I need to go pick-up some deliveries, so you can wait," I countered. And, of course, there was that that added too, plus I'm hot; at this point, everything could cause an attitude.
"How about I help you," he said, following me out the door.
"No, thank you. Just wait, Jenny is inside, she can help you," I said over my shoulder and sped up. But, he kept up easily with his fact pace, and I was confused. Why on earth was he following me. And this only added to my annoyance because now I couldn't even relax my body that was so tense from holding in every breath of air I could.
"It's alright, I'll come with."
I groaned. Tell me why I wanted my own business again?
