~~Lil bean Kota~~

5:30. Get up. 5:45. Shower. Brush teeth. Get dressed. 6:00. Leave for work. It takes me exactly 18 minutes to walk to work every Monday through Saturday. 6:20. I unlock the doors and flip the sign to open. Same routine every day. I eat lunch at 12:30 at the local resteraunt The Grill. The walk there and back is 12 mimutes, so I get back from lunch at 12:42. I close the shop at 6:30 and repeat my schedule every day. Until he came along.

It was Monday morning and I had just begun my 18 minute trek to work. I was listening to music when a tall man bumped into me. His dark hair was sitting perfectly on his head, and his caramel eyes met mine with an authoritative look. A small smirk spread across his olive face and he revealed his pristine white teeth.

"Sorry kid. I should be more careful, huh?"

His voice was slightly loud and commanding and reminded me of dark chocolate. "Uh, yea ha you should," I glanced at my watch. I was a minuted behind. "Sorry but I need to go" I got out the last word and took off. I heard him call out but I had to keep walking if I wanted to stick to the schedule.

I got to the shop right on time. I looked up at the plastic sign that read "Flower Designs Co." and I headed inside.

The smell that greeted my nose was sweet and somewhat warm. I closed my eyes and gently breathed in the atmosphere. It was almost calming for me to be here. I shuffled around the store for a while until my regular customer comes in.

"Kota deary, where have you run off to now?"

I hear her say as she draws out my name. I jog to the front of the store and am greeted with a tight hug. "Hi Mrs. Jones. What can I do for you today?" I smile brightly and take her in. She is wearing a long floral dress and a cream cardigan with black sandals and her regular wooden cane. I'm not actually sure how old she is, but nevertheless I love her. After I moved to New York, my Mom and I drifted apart. Mrs. Jones has kinda been a second mother to me for the past 4 years.

She wanders over to her favorite section of the store; the roses. She takes her time in smelling all of them, even though we both know she can't tell the difference. I can tell by the look on her face that she is deciding which ones would look best in her home. Her old tender hand shakes while reaching for a flower bag. I glide around her and grab one for her, holding it open with a smile.

"Oh K, you are just too sweet. I'll take the violet ones if you would be so kind"

she smiles her small gentle smile at me and I pick up the violet colored roses. They smell delightful, and I place them in the bag before leading her to the door. She gestures at the counter as if asking about the cost. I throw my hands in the air and wave her off. "On the house Julie. " I peck her on the cheek and she chuckles warmly before slowly making her way out the door.

The rest of the day goes smoothly and strictly to schedule, making up for the fork in the road this morning. At 6:30 I sigh and turn the wooden sign to say closed. I grab my satchel off the counter and head out. I arrive at my house at exactly 6:48. Perfect. I unlock the door and lazily stroll in. My house is pretty nice since my dad is, well, loaded, but it's still cozy since it's just me. I kick off my shoes and place them on their shelf, placing my satchel over my desk chair. I slip off my socks and toss them in my laundry basket. Slowly but surely I make my way to my room. I push the door open and head for the bathroom.

After a much need steaming hot shower I ruffled my platinum hair and threw on some sweatpants. I checked my alarm clock. The neon numbers had me squinting, but they read 7:30. Always on time. I ate some leftovers from the fridge and watched some tv before brushing my teeth. At precisely 8:30 I pulled back the covers on my bed and climbed underneath them. Last time I looked at my clock it read 8:50. I smiled as my eyes fluttered shut and I dozed off.

*Next Week*

I groggily awoke to the annoying beep of my alarm. I sling my feet over the edge of my bed and slowly arise. I follow my morning routine to the T and arrive once again at the store.

The day is quiet and Mrs. Jones doesn't come by at her usual time. It sort of throws of my my schedule but I get back on track for lunch. I head out for lunch and walk right in to my usual booth. The owner of the resteraunt, Leila, doesn't mind. She's been my friend for forever. She nods at me and I slide into the booth carefully.

A couple minutes later she brings my plate around and smiles kindly at me before returning to the other tables. She is the only person who works this resteraunt other than the cook Julian.

I simply eat my food and am really minding my own business when I felt a tap on shoulder. I look up confused and my eyes grow wide when I focus on his face. It was the dark haired man that ran into me the other day.

"Hey. You mind if I sit?"