Ch 1
Lucus gently misting a wilting rose, a scowl on his face.
Lucus
Honestly, these rich folks are something else!
Lucus
They're like, allergic to common sense or basic human decency.
Lucus
So extra for no reason!
Lucus adjusts a stray lock of hair that fell into his eyes, splashing a bit of water on his cheek
Lucus
Just thinking about their pampered lives makes my blood boil.
Lucus
They trip over a pebble and act like the world's ending, while we're out here fighting for every scrap!
Lucus
And the way they talk down to everyone? Like their money makes them smarter.
He shakes his head, a drop of water flicking from his fingers onto a nearby leaf.
Lucus
(Seriously, if I had a penny for every dumb rich person I've met, I wouldn't be watering these sad little plants.)
Lucus
(I'd buy a whole greenhouse and hire someone else to do it!)
He continues his disgruntled murmuring, tidying a shelf of potted ferns.
Lucus
Honestly, their biggest worry is probably deciding which fancy clothes to wear out this weekend.
Lucus
Meanwhile, I'm here negotiating with a spider about its rent in the begonia pot.
Lucus
Hey you spider 🕷️ until and unless you not pay , you can't live here.
Lucus
Wanna fight with me!
The bell above the door tinkles softly, announcing a new arrival.
Lucus doesn't look up immediately, expecting another customer needing directions to the discount tulips.
A tall figure steps into the shop, casting a momentary shadow over the vibrant blooms. He stands for a few moments, taking in the array of flowers, a quiet intensity about him.
Lucus
(Whoa. New customer. 😑)
Lucus
Hope they don't ask for something ridiculous, like 'a flower that smells like sunshine and ambition'.😔😩
The man's gaze sweeps across the shop, then locks onto Lucus.
Lucus, caught mid-rant in his head, meets his eyes. He's immediately struck by the man's presence—his sharp features, the tailored suit that practically screams "money," and an unsettling direct stare.
William Northumbria.
*focus his eyes on Lucas*
Lucus
(Okay, he's... really handsome.) (◍•ᴗ•◍)
Lucus
(Like, unfairly handsome. And his clothes probably cost more than this entire shop's monthly earnings. Must be one of them.)(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)
The man walks slowly towards a display of midnight-blue roses, his movements fluid and purposeful.
William Northumbria.
I'll take these.
He gestures to the dark roses, then turns his gaze back to Lucus, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips.
William Northumbria.
And a moment of your time, if you please.
Lucus
*confused*
My W-H-A-T, sir? (・_・;)
Lucus
For what? Do you need my time !
Lucus
Carrying these plant ☘️ to your... whatever fancy vehicle you drive?
William Northumbria.
No.
*His eyes hold Lucus's firmly*
William Northumbria.
Are you free this evening?
William Northumbria.
For dinner?
Lucus
*His jaw drops slightly.*
Lucus
*His eyes widen, then narrow with suspicion.*
Lucus
Are you asking me on a date?
Lucus
Is this some kind of prank, sir?
He glances around, half-expecting a hidden camera or a group of giggling rich kids.
William takes a small step closer, his expression shifting to one of profound seriousness.
William Northumbria.
No. I am serious.
Lucus
(What?(─.─||) )
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2025-06-12
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