After her only guardian passes away, a childish 20 year old woman named Momoko moves to Tokyo city to start learning how to live independently. While Momoko adapts to adult life in the city and struggles with living expenses, she dreams about start...
"Like that. W--You're so clumsy, you've gotten soil all over the concrete! Don't make my flower shop look like a dump!"
"Okay!"
"If you break something else, I'll break you."
"Okay..."
"Momoko!"
"YEEEEEEES?!"
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I glance over my shoulder over at the devil, who sat in a chair flipping through some stupid magazine. His feet were propped up by a stool, his body completely relaxed. Of course he got to order me around like a slave while being completely laid back the entire time!
I didn't particularly like sweating..I'd been working for Natsuo,the owner of the flower shop for 4 hours today. He had me do so much physical work and bustling around that I was completely soaked under my clothes. Not to mention sore! I was hurting so so so so bad.
I was currently holding a very heavy pot and felt like I would drop it at any moment from the unbearable weight. Natsuo sips some of his lemonade and doesn't even look up from his magazine when he gives me the next order.
"Set that down on the empty shelf next to the tulips."
"Okay..." I say weakly, wobbling over to the outside display shelf I had been reorganizing for Natsuo. My shoes make an audible scuffing sound as I lift up each foot like it were chained to rocks.
"Good," Natsuo praises me for the first time and opens his mouth to start giving me yet another order when my hands gets caught on something sharp. Something small and prickly sinks into my skin and I retract with a cry.
"What happened?!"
"Ouch! Pesky thorns!" I look at my bleeding finger and bite my lip as the image begins to blur. Hot tears come flooding down my cheeks before I can turn my face away and hide knowing I was going to cry.
Sheesh, I didn't even get a warning before the waterworks anymore!
"Wh...why are you crying?" Natsuo puts his newspaper down and hurriedly walks over to me, taking my hand in his, "It can't hurt that bad!"
😭"It doesn't but...I don't like blood! And I don't like seeing myself get hurt either! Waaaah! I HATE THIS JOB SO MUCH, NATSUO!"
I hear a few passerby snickering at my crybabish ways, and Natsuo reddens before grabbing my hand and yanking me inside the flower shop. 🌸🌺🌷🌻🌹🥀🌻🌼🌻💐🌼🥀🥀🌷🌸🌺🌸
Natsuo sits back to admire his work after disinfecting my cut and patching me up a few moments later.
"Geez, I never would have guessed you'd be such an intense crybaby. And I thought we were the same age."
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"I'm in my early 20s! How young do you think I am!"
"I have no idea -- your behavior screams '5 years old' so your age appearance is kind of overshadowed by it."
"Oh, whatever!"
"Never mind that. Does it still hurt?" He looks at me with his calm gray eyes and I can't help but blush slightly. No matter how you look at him, he was really handsome. Like some fairy prince you'd find in a garden...
I look back up at him and shake my head, "No, it's not bad anymore." I reach up to wipe my face and Natsuo grabs my wrist.
"Don't! Your hands are filthy."
When he stops my hand, he reaches with the other and unexpectedly starts to brush the tears from my face with his sweater sleeve. I stiffen, not quiet knowing how to react.
"What are you all tense for?" He says nonchalantly, but I'm screaming on the inside.
"Natsuo...you don't get out much, do you?"
He seems shocked to hear me say this, his arm freezing in place.
"What a thing to say to someone who offered you a job and patched you up..."
"Offered me a job?! Don't start with the --oh."
BUZZ!
I feel my phone vibrate and reach into my pocket to pull it out with my good hand. Yuji has sent me a text saying he wants to treat me to dinner at Ren's restaurant and to meet him at 8 PM.
God! I'm starving and that sounds so nice...oh, but I need to get ready if we're having dinner at a fancy restaurant!
"Oh no!"
"What's wrong?"
"Um...is it okay if..."
"Ah, skipping out on your work, huh?" Natsuo stands up from his seat and starts to walk away. I shout after him.
"I'm not! It's just..I mean, I can stay! There's only a few more things to organize, right? Hey! Natsuooooo!"
When he disappears somewhere behind an aisle, I stand up to run after him, nearly tripping over my own feet.
"Natsuo! Don't be mad! I-- oh."
"Stop being noisy. I was just getting you something."
When I approach him, he turns around, having grabbed something from one of his shelves. When he turns to me, he's holding a small pot of yellow roses.
The pot is being placed in my hands before I can even react. A warmth spreads from my chest to my lips as I smile up at Natsuo happily. "Is this for me working so hard? You're so nice!"
Natsuo smirks, "No. Those flowers are going to die soon. I'm just trying to get rid of them."
💢"You are such a...FINE! Just because you said that, I'm going to take extra great care of these flowers so they won't die right away!" When I glare up at Natsuo defiantly, I'm shocked when I see a real smile spreading across his face. He even lets out a little laugh!
